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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRISONER, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I count the dismal time by months and years Last Line: Of sunlit hills transfigured to divine. Subject(s): Prisons & Prisoners; Convicts | |||
I COUNT the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the great breath of all things summer-mute Met mine upon my lips. Now earth appears As strange to me as dreams of distant spheres Or thoughts of Heaven we weep at. Nature's lute Sounds on, behind this door so closely shut, A strange wild music to the prisoner's ears, Dilated by the distance, till the brain Grows dim with fancies which it feels too fine: While ever, with a visionary pain, Past the precluded senses, sweep and shine Streams, forests, glades, and many a golden train Of sunlit hills transfigured to Divine. | 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 A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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