Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOO INTRICATELY WEBBED..., by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG Poet's Biography First Line: Do they regard the folk they were, and not Last Line: A little closer to the one they were. Subject(s): Death; Pain; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Do they regard the folk they were, and not The circumstance which showed their meeting must Be what it was and what it turned to, just As surely as their lives were earth for aught Some blind mischance might honeycomb, that sought The grave between them, they the witless dust, Whose birth and growth and love, decay and trust, The wound ordained must greet the death it brought? Too intricately webbed with misery, Too far apart and helpless with despair, They wait they know not for what wizardry To touch each other, vivify, repair And join the lonely beings that they are A little closer to the one they were. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG ..... AND WHITE THE WHITE INVOKES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG |
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