Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIFE IS STRUGGLE, by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain Last Line: That keeps us still alive. Subject(s): Life | ||||||||
To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain, And give oneself a world of pain; Be eager, angry, fierce, and hot, Imperious, supple -- God knows what, For what's all one to have or not; O false, unwise, absurd, and vain! For 'tis not joy, it is not gain, It is not in itself a bliss, Only it is precisely this That keeps us all alive. To say we truly feel the pain, And quite are sinking with the strain; -- Entirely, simply, undeceived, Believe, and say we ne'er believed The object, e'en were it achieved, A thing we e'en had cared to keep; With heart and soul to hold it cheap, And then to go and try it again; O false, unwise, absurd, and vain! O, 'tis not joy, and 'tis not bliss, Only it is precisely this That keeps us still alive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIVILEGE OF BEING by ROBERT HASS SEAWATER STIFFENS CLOTH by JANE HIRSHFIELD SAYING YES TO LIVING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WORLD IS SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP by DAVID IGNATOW WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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