Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Farewell, dark gaol. You hold some better hearts Last Line: Their tools of death and darings manifold. Subject(s): Farewell; Prisons & Prisoners; Parting; Convicts | ||||||||
Farewell, dark gaol. You hold some better hearts Than in this savage world I thought to find. I do not love you nor the fraudulent arts By which men tutor men to ways unkind. Your law is not my law, and yet my mind Remains your debtor. It has learned to see How dark a thing the earth would be and blind But for the light of human charity. I am your debtor thus and for the pang Which touched and chastened, and the nights of thought Which were my years of learning. See I hang Your image here, a glory all unsought, About my neck. Thus saints in symbol hold Their tools of death and darings manifold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECULAR GAMES by RICHARD HOWARD WHAT DID YOU SEE? by FANNY HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WORK IN PROGRESS by CHARLES MARTIN THE SUBCULTURE OF THE WRONGLY ACCUSED by THYLIAS MOSS ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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