Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POVERTY, by HAMLEN HUNT First Line: I wish I had a gift Last Line: And nothing more. Subject(s): Death; Love; Poverty; Dead, The | ||||||||
I wish I had a gift, Something my own -- A ring in winter carved From my white bone; A page illumined in My blood's best red, A flagon of pale wine To prove tears shed. But nothing mine exists If I lack breath, So all my shabby gifts Die with my death, And I, so rich in love Am bond-slave poor, Who can give all I have And nothing more. | 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 |
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