Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WOUND, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Wounded am I, yet happier -- happier far Last Line: Pierces my willing bosom with a thorn. Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
WOUNDED am I, yet happier -- happier far Than they who have not felt the precious sting! Poor feet that bleed not with this wandering! Poor hands that burn not, plucking at a star! Poor hearts unblessed and whole! I bear the scar Of a too piercing loveliness. The thing Hung out of reach I touched, and now I sing Mad with delight, more blessed than others are. For since the blushing and ethereal hour When loveliness upon my heart was born, When I was stricken by her magic power, I run -- I run -- wild, ecstasied, forlorn, For beauty, when I go to pluck her flower, Pierces my willing bosom with a thorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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