Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOURS, by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE First Line: Alms to the highwayman in pursuit Last Line: My heart! . . . Keep singing, go on -- don't count. Alternate Author Name(s): Corbiere, Tristan Subject(s): Fear | ||||||||
Alms to the highwayman in pursuit! Evil eye to the luring eye! Blade against blade with the avid swordsman! -My soul is not in a state of grace! - I am the fool of Pamplona, Afraid of the Moon's laughter, Hypocritical, in black crepe . . . Horror! is everything, then, beneath a candle snuffer? I hear a noise like a rattle . . . It is the evil hour which calls me. In the pit of nights falls: one knell . . . two knells. I have counted more than fourteen hours . . . Each hour a tear. You are weeping, My heart! . . . Keep singing, go on -- Don't count. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE WAS A CHILD ONCE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#15) by MARVIN BELL THE DEATHS ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU STIR IN SLEEP by JOHN CIARDI AFTER THE RAIN by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE |
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