Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOTHING, by RICHARD PORSON Poet's Biography First Line: Mysterious nothing! How shall I define Last Line: And -- like my sonnet -- all in nothing end. Subject(s): Emptiness | ||||||||
MYSTERIOUS Nothing! how shall I define Thy shapeless, baseless, placeless emptiness? Nor form, nor colour, sound, nor size is thine, Nor words nor fingers can thy voice express; But though we cannot thee to aught compare, A thousand things to thee may likened be, And though thou art with nobody nowhere, Yet half mankind devote themselves to thee. How many books thy history contain; How many heads thy mighty plans pursue; What labouring hands thy portion only gain; What busy bodies thy doings only do! To thee the great, the proud, the giddy bend, And -- like my sonnet -- all in nothing end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER ACTIUM: LOSS FILLING THE EMPTINESS by LINDA GREGG DOMESTIC LIFE: 1. TODAY by GREGORY ORR THIS STRANGENESS IN MY LIFE by RUTH STONE OLD PEOPLE ON THE NURSING HOME PORCH by MARK STRAND EPIGRAM ON AN ACADEMIC VISIT TO THE CONTINENT by RICHARD PORSON |
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