Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANY SOUL TO ANY BODY, by COSMO MONKHOUSE Poet's Biography First Line: So we must part, my body, you and I Last Line: Can scarcely tell what I shall do without you. Alternate Author Name(s): Monkhouse, William Cosmo Subject(s): Bodies; Death; Soul; Dead, The | ||||||||
So we must part, my body, you and I Who've spent so many pleasant years together. 'Tis sorry work to lose your company Who close to me so close, whatever the weather, From winter unto winter, wet or dry; But you have reached the limit of your tether, And I must journey on way alone, And leave you quietly beneath a stone. They say that you are altogether bad (Forgive me, 'tis not my experience), And think me very wicked to be sad At leaving you, a clod, a prison, whence To get quite free I should be very glad. Perhaps I may be so, some few days hence, But now, methinks, 'twere graceless not to spend A tear or two on my departed friend. Now our long partnership is near completed, And I look back upon its history; I greatly fear I have not always treated You with the honesty you showed to me. And I must own that you have oft defeated Unworthy schemes by your sincerity, And by a blush or stammering tongue have tried To make me think again before I lied. 'Tis true you're not so handsome as you were, But that's not your fault and is partly mine. You might have lasted longer with more care, And still looked something like your first design; And even now, with all your wear and tear, 'Tis pitiful to think I must resign You to the friendless grave, the patient prey Of all the hungry legions of Decay. But you must stay, dear body, and I go. And I was once so very proud of you: You made my mother's eyes to overflow When first she saw you, wonderful and new. And now, with all your faults, 'twere hard to find A slave more willing or a friend more true. Ay -- even they who say the worst about you Can scarcely tell what I shall do without you. | 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 BALLAD OF A SHIELD by COSMO MONKHOUSE |
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