Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SURVIEW: COGITAVI VIAS MEAS, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A cry from the green-grained sticks of the fire Last Line: And my voice ceased talking to me. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
A CRY from the green-grained sticks of the fire Made me gaze where it seemed to be: 'Twas my own voice talking therefrom to me On how I had walked when my sun was higher -- My heart in its arrogancy. "You held not to whatsoever was true," Said my own voice talking to me: "Whatsoever was just you were slack to see; Kept not things lovely and pure in view," Said my own voice talking to me. "You slighted her that endureth all," Said my own voice talking to me; "Vaunteth not, trusteth hopefully; That suffereth long and is kind withal," Said my own voice talking to me. "You taught not that which you set about," Said my own voice talking to me; "That the greatest of things is Charity. . . ." -- And the sticks burnt low, and the fire went out, And my voice ceased talking to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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