Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HIS DEATHS, by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG


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First Line: He bore the brunt of it so long
Last Line: Amazed that I can live so much.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


He bore the brunt of it so long
And carried it off with wine and song,
The neighbours paused and raised an eye
At hearing he had learned to die.

'Twas on a Friday that he died,
But Easter day his neighbours spied
His usual figure on the streets,
And one and all were white as sheets.

I died, said he, on Good Friday,
But someone rolled the stone away.
And I come back to you alive
To die tonight at half past five.

Monday at Babylon I fall,
And Tuesday on the Chinese wall,
Wednesday I die on the Thracian plain,
And Thursday evening at Compiegne.

Saturday, Sunday, Monday too,
I die and come to life anew;
Neighbours like Thomas look and touch
Amazed that I can live so much.




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