Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN I WAS A REFUGEE, by BEATRICE JEAN K. BOROFF First Line: She clasped my hand, this good samaritan Last Line: My strength is god. He is my staff, my power. Subject(s): Kindness; Refugees; Sonnet (as Literary Form) | ||||||||
She clasped my hand, this good Samaritan, And looked compassionately in my heart; She felt a kindred grief: we must not part! Perhaps she claimed descent from Ruth's true clan, Embracing me in her warm creedless span. She gave this groping, baffled soul a start; And strengthened me -- hers was the gracious art -- Rekindling pride in Esther's caravan; And Moses, bearer of God's covenant, Revealing Israel's noble heritage. She brought me courage in my darkest hour! She clasped my hand -- faith sings its triumph-chant. My hope restored! Now let the Tyrant rage. My strength is God. He is my staff, my power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TRANSFORMATION by BEATRICE JEAN K. BOROFF |
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