Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WRESTLERS, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell me thy name, thou wrestler in the night Last Line: Wrestling through the night! Subject(s): Wrestling & Wrestlers; Judo; Karate | ||||||||
Tell me thy name, thou wrestler in the night, Silent, cruel-sinewed, unbeheld of sight, Ere another day bid my reason wake, Ere the morning break! Long we heave and strain, grip and slip and hold, Struggling hard and lithe, warring from of old; And thy greater strength strives unwearyingly. Tell thy name to me! Nay, thou hast me not! Yet a little space, I can force thy hold, I shall see thy face. Yet -- the vantage slips. Loud my pulses beat With foredoomed defeat. Tell me thy name, wrestler great and bright, Labouring heart to heart through this heavy night! As when Israel's foe touched and scarred his thigh, Wrenched at grips am I. Silence. Shuddering breath. Graspings swift and blind. All life's mystery grappling with the mind. Peniel's silent power -- Man's long fierce despite -- Wrestling through the night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOUT by EVARISTE BOULAY-PATY THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A COLD TEMPERAMENT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A PASSSGE TO ITALY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A SONG OF DAWN AT DUSK by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A STREET MOTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AFTER-SIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AGNOSTIC TO MYSTIC by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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