Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHAINS, by PATRICK CAREY Poet's Biography First Line: Tis true. I am fettered Last Line: Then who'd not be I? Variant Title(s): Ballad To An Italian Tune (2) Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
I 'TIS ture. I am fetter'd, But therein take pleasure: My case is much better'd; This chain is a treasure. My prison delights me; 'Tis freedom, that frights me; I hate liberty: I'll not be lamented, You'd all be contented To have such chains as I. II When (heretofore flying) My loves oft I quitted; I then was a-trying, And now I'm fitted. I ne'er should have changed, If she (whilst I ranged) Had first struck mine eye: As soon as I met her, Enchain me I let her: Ye'd all do, as I. III Soft cords made of roses, Than mine would more gall me; Her bright hair composes Those bonds which enthrall me. Now, when she has proved How much her I've loved, My hopes will soar high: Perchance, to retain me, Her arms will enchain me; Then who'd not be I? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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