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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A POET, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: His lips have been hallowed with flame Last Line: Is joining their hands in the dark. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
HIS lips have been hallowed with flame; By pain they are pure to repeat The wonderful whispers of God That speak in the hush of his soul; Yet if we would trace where he trod Toward the glorious lure of his goal, In what bitter byways of shame Are the prints of his wandering feet! HIS eyes have the light of the stars Whose secrets they search unafraid. For him the great mystery wakes To beauty whose vision is power; But his face is disfigured with scars That warfare ignoble has made, And idly his carelessness breaks A heart like the stem of a flower. AND yet, to far valleys forlorn Where saints without aureole grope To garland the altars of light In a blindness of patience and prayer, Like the shout of a trumpet is borne The vision that flashed on his sight, And they hear in their twilight of hope, A triumph of dawn in the air. ALL are but parts of the Whole. He laboureth never in vain Who chose in marred vessels of clay To light the unquenchable spark. The seer who fell by the way -- The steadfast, uncomforted soul -- God, who gave birth to the twain, Is joining their hands in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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