Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NAME FOR GRIEF, by HELEN BRYANT First Line: Tell me any, any, tell me your name for grief Last Line: Of a young girl shakes in the withered crone. Subject(s): Grief; Love - Loss Of; Names; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
Tell me any, any, tell me your name for grief. Hope's glittering arrow sped, bright cities fallen, Love lost? Why, any of these hurts is brief. Know you not the most pitiful and sullen? Age, dreadful age, this of all ills is chief. Comic we writhe while fast the noonday dims. Bends the slim sceptre of the body's beauty. Age mocks the eager pattern of our limbs, Setting a rigid compass to our duty. Our daring flickers to an old man's whims. What could more cruel be, in any fashion? Brain and flesh falter, and the heart alone Burns on. The terrible unslackened passion Of a young girl shakes in the withered crone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS AMELIA EARHART by HELEN BRYANT |
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