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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE END OF IT, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: The earth weighs down my lids -- they forget the feeling of tears Last Line: Now that I rest, beloved -- now that I rest. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
THE earth weighs down my lids -- they forget the feeling of tears; The heavy clods on my heart numb it to pleasure and pain, And my blood shall freeze or flame to your mood as in bygone years Never again, Beloved -- never again. I STROVE to see as you saw, I strove to hear as you heard, I strove to stride with your strength, catching my labouring breath, And never you slackened your speed to toss me a heartening word -- Weary to death, Beloved -- weary to death. IF you called in the name of our love, I would not open mine eyes; If you called in the name of my sorrow, no sigh would stir in my breast; If you called me with God's own voice, I would answer not nor arise, Now that I rest, Beloved -- now that I rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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