Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GUILTY, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: I loathe this room, for it seems to blab Last Line: The spirit indwelling is mine, is mine! Subject(s): Fear; Guilt; Pain; Secrets; Soul; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
I LOATHE this room, for it seems to blab A hideous secret I would hide; With its sly, straight chairs, its wall-paper drab, Its corners cool and its hearthstone wide. Invisible hands reach forth, as fain To clutch at Something; and here and there Lurk shadowy heads; and moans of pain, Dulled down by dust, infest the air. Dark innuendos and ugly hints, Too delicate to be more than guessed, Move o'er the floor; in the very tints Of the curtains evil is dim-expressed. Whene'er I enter, I feel the jeers; The mirrors mow at me, face to face; Noon and night, 'tis a nest for fears, A sneaking, pitiless, hellish place. Open the windows, throw back the door, Let wind-sweet sunlight flood in and shine! But oh, for my soul as it was before, -- The spirit indwelling is mine, is mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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