Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE NIGHT, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: In the night, the beautiful, bitter night Last Line: Never to sprout in the wilderness of earth. Subject(s): Night; Bedtime | ||||||||
IN the night, the beautiful, bitter night, I contemplate my perfect loneliness and failure: I, cast out by the loose rhythm of life, Desire the inexpressible, long for what I cannot be. Oh, the sad, slow rains and the heavy winds and the darkness Of winter, and the dull streets of despair! Of life I am so weary and sick at heart I could fight, were aught to be won, or sleep, if sleep were not dead. Now the lamps are put out, the babel of day returns; I live on, yet a million others die; Weakly I strive, but none knows aught of it, To the crowd I am as one of the never-born. Better to make an end, best not to be, Than to know myself a seed that was flung by the wind Never to sprout in the wilderness of earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |
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