Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DISGUISES, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: High stretched upon the swinging yard Last Line: I looked, and it was he! Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | ||||||||
HIGH stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance meet; But from His hands, and from His feet, A glory spreads wherewith the night is starred: Moreover of a cup most bitter-sweet With fragrance as of nard, And myrrh, and cassia spiced, He proffers me to taste. Then I to Him: -- "Art Thou the Christ?" He saith -- "Thou say'st." Like to an ox That staggers 'neath the mortal blow, She grinds upon the rocks: -- Then straight and low Leaps forth the levelled line, and in our quarter locks. The cradle's rigged; with swerving of the blast We go, Our Captain last -- Demands "Who fired that shot?" Each silent stands -- Ah, sweet perplexity! This too was He. I have an arbour wherein came a toad Most hideous to see -- Immediate, seizing staff or goad, I smote it cruelly. Then all the place with subtle radiance glowed -- I looked, and it was He! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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