Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONNET, by M. L. R. BRESLAR First Line: Serene, translucent as yon maytime star Last Line: And feeds the heart with hopeless endless pain. Subject(s): Jews; Judaism | ||||||||
To the Beloved Memory of Robert Browning SERENE, translucent as yon Maytime star In sanctuary of its bliss superb, Accept, O Bard! a sprig of Israel's herb, In bitterness no less familiar To you, than is the knell of surging bar, When night-winds raving, dreamer's peace perturb, With blood and fire, and hell-groans from the curb, Shrined in the tales you wrote in days afar, Brave sharer in our nether fates, you bore Israel's death-crown, voiced his feeble rights, Stood weeping by his side, and mourning wore, In those black days, whose memory still frights, Still casts its spectral hue athwart the brain, And feeds the heart with hopeless endless pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL ODE TO THE SACRED LAMPS by M. L. R. BRESLAR |
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