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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How strange! No light within the darkened room Last Line: Blind of all light, empty and unrevealing! Subject(s): Prophecy & Prophets | |||
How strange! No light within the darkened room No lamp to shed his hinted light, and spill A flickering welcome on this icy sill Where my hands rest, reaching from out the gloom? None! All I see is shadowy as a tomb. The glass against my forehead strikes a chill Straight through my brain. The window glimmers still As cold as steel, as obdurate as doom. Ah, outer gardens of my prophet's mind, What words ye flowered! 'Twas there I plucked such healing Closelier I circled round his soul, to find Its radiant inmost home; this night came stealing Before his spirit's house, -- and know it -- blind! -- Blind of all light, empty and unrevealing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON SAVIORS by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE PROPHET by LUCILLE CLIFTON THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR MERLIN'S PROPHESY by WILLIAM BLAKE SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE NEW EZEKIEL by EMMA LAZARUS A WORM FED ON THE HEART OF CORINTH by ISAAC ROSENBERG SARAH'S CHOICE by ELEANOR WILNER A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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