Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHS, by JOSEPH U. HARRIS First Line: We flit about Last Line: And our only speech a sigh. Alternate Author Name(s): Upper, Joseph Subject(s): Love; Old Age; Relationships; Togetherness; Weariness; Fatigue | ||||||||
We flit about, Dart in and out, Like moths around a flame. We singe our wings with whisperings of cowardice and shame; The hungry fire of our desire Forever burns the same. By passion spurred, Hopes quickly stirred, We flutter here and there. On wings of fear we hover near The lamps' enticing glare, Until the light is quenched in night, Our longing in despair. Through endless days, In darkened ways, We crawl with drooping wings. Only at night we take delight In airy wanderings; And then we seem to only dream A thousand futile things. So here and there, And everywhere, Our weary wings we ply. The lights that lure are never sure, They flare, burn now, and die. Our only song is one of wrong, And our only speech a sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALUE IN MOUNTAINS: 10 by KENNETH REXROTH IMPERIAL NOSTALGIAS: 4 by CESAR VALLEJO BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER CROSSING A CANAL-LOCK by JOSEPH U. HARRIS |
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