Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TENET, by GORDON LECLAIRE First Line: We know not whence we come nor where we wend Last Line: To fugue of faith transpose the mourners' dirge! Subject(s): Death; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Dead, The | ||||||||
We know not whence we come nor where we wend, Yet through the murky maelstrom of our doubt There flares a torch no whirlwind can put out Wherein the lights of all creation blend! Like forces which in April warmth distend The sleeping bud within its sheath, throughout The dark a glow dilates our souls, to rout Grim shades of death which over us impend. What if our dust commingle with the earth, And these rude tabernacles be destroyed? We shall not vanish all beyond the verge -- That Great "Elan Vital" which gave it birth Shall claim each soul from out Golgotha's void. To fugue of Faith transpose the mourners' dirge! | 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 A HALF-CASTE PRAYS by GORDON LECLAIRE |
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