Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH, by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN Poet's Biography First Line: Through some strange sense of sight or touch Last Line: Makes black the land that round me lies. | ||||||||
THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch I find what all have found before, The presence I have feared so much, The unknown's immaterial door. I seek not and it comes to me; I do not know the thing I find: The fillet of fatality Drops from my brows that made me blind. Point forward now or backward, light! The way I take I may not choose: Out of the night into the night, And in the night no certain clews. But on the future, dim and vast, And dark with dust and sacrifice, Death's towering ruin from the past Makes black the land that round me lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COIGN OF THE FOREST by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A DREAM SHAPE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A FALLEN BEECH by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A FLOWER OF THE FIELDS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A NIGHT IN JUNE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A SLEET-STORM IN MAY by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A TWILIGHT MOTH by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ADVENTURERS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN AFTER RAIN by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ALONG THE OHIO by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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