Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE POLTERGEIST, by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP


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First Line: A weak, diaphanous spirit wavered in
Last Line: "after this life know like futility?"
Subject(s): Ghosts; Religion; Supernatural; Theology


A WEAK, diaphanous spirit wavered in Like blue columnar incense mounting
thin—
"There is no comfort in our Way," it cried,
"We are as naught; would God I had not died!
For now, a bodiless thing, I wander lone,
Divorced from vigorous thew and bracing bone.
O, that firm flesh once more this mist might seal,
O, that I might the warm blood coursing feel—
That I might call some body 'I' again,
And, locked within five senses, walk with men,
Potent to love, to hate, resent, forgive,
To live the brief, sweet life I once did live,
Not forced to borrow, in a ghost's despair,
The Medium's strength with which to tip a chair,
Talk through a horn, or lift a table high!"

"Ah, Spirit, how I tremble! Say, must I
After this life know like futility?"





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