Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PAIN, by FLORENCE FOSTER HALL First Line: This week has aged me, love, a thousand years Last Line: The perfect master of my gentle herd! Subject(s): Love; Pain; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
This week has aged me, Love, a thousand years. The pain has left me humbled and more wise. The pallor of my features, Love, belies the terror of my heart's immortal fears. My spirit like a lingering star which peers so lonely though the winter's weird sunrise has hovered round my soul which, chastened, flies to live a holy life among the seers. Oh Love, I am a princess in a tower surveying every action, thought and word. Oh Love, I am a fragrant rose-lined bower divinely conscious of each bee and bird. Oh Love, I am the shepherd of the hour, the perfect master of my gentle herd! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR SACRIFICE by FLORENCE FOSTER HALL |
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