Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORTAL GRAIN, by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER First Line: When from the narrow cage Last Line: Its duplicate, awake, remembering pain. Subject(s): Death; Mortality; Dead, The | ||||||||
When from the narrow cage Where it has housed, The soul creeps faint and light, I think it will not be too soon aroused To measure its new height, Nor leave its prison in a shining rage. For as the furrowed kernel lying cramped In the nut's hard shell, Bears the deep imprint of the outer case, So shall the soul be stamped With the harsh flesh, where in a scanty space, By heaviness possessed, It learned to dwell. Scored by the mortal grain, The soul shall, even as the body rest, Its duplicate, awake, remembering pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND 800,000 VIBRATIONS TO THE SECOND by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER |
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