Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COMPLAINT, by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV Poet's Biography First Line: Your soul, born deaf and blind, inhabits Last Line: Soul, hidden in thy solitude. | ||||||||
THY soul, unhearing and unspeaking, In its dark forest droops to sleep, Where droves of dark desires are breaking And through the tangled brushwood sweep. To guide thee where the stars are keeping My home, I made a flame burn bright; In empty brake, in forest sleeping, I sowed the torch's seed of light. I shine, I cry to pathless spaces; In silence the numb thickets brood. Neither with men nor God thy place is, Soul, hidden in thy solitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAUTY'S NOMADS by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV COMPLAINT by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV FOUNTAIN by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV FUNERAL by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV NARCISSUS: A POMPEIIAN BRONZE by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV NOMADS OF BEAUTY by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV THE CATCH by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV THE HOLY ROSE by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV THE ROAD TO EMMANUS by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV THE SEEKING OF SELF by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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