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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORTHLESSNESS, by NORMAN CABOT Poet's Biography First Line: Good spirits turn shuddering from scenes of / decay Last Line: The tangible form of my own worthlessness. Subject(s): Self-criticism | |||
GOOD spirits turn shuddering from scenes of decay, Mid-winter barrenness, autumnal rains, Pavements tenantless and no longer illuminated between night and day, Bleak houses issuing on unhealthy lanes. I, whom the dart of this sad universe Has pierced beyond all bleeding, whose dumb powers Rustle and heave and meditate a curse To waken hatred in the unweeting hours, Have wooed these things, and in confusion find A vision of my futility; possess A symbol, there, of my disordered mind; The tangible form of my own worthlessness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR MY FRIEND, CLARE. OR, WITH WHITE STUPAS WE REMEMBER BUDDHA by NORMAN DUBIE CONGRATULATING WEDGE by ALICE NOTLEY I AM FIFTY-TWO YEARS OLD' by KENNETH REXROTH THE ADVANTAGES OF LEARNING by KENNETH REXROTH A SECRET SIGH by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO FIGHT ALOUD IS VERY BRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON |
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