Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FANTASIA IN E MINOR, by ELIZABETH BUSH First Line: Night is a dissident changeling born Last Line: Unbearable. Subject(s): Hallucinations & Illusions | ||||||||
Night is a dissident changeling born To the sun-king by the bride of dawn, Measureless the intervals when, half-waking, He witnesses the straining desperation Of a people seeking mercy in the sweet release of dark. Life is a crust of blackened hope Moistened by grief to a tasteless mouthful Swallowed by death. Briefly are shredded our last illusions: Knowledge is shown as a poorly dyed garment, Power the frame of an empty caravel, Fame but the marks of a shifting rod In the hands of the blind. People must be unbearable to themselves, Unbearable. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE BUILDING BLOCKS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN |
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