Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUR-GLASS OF ASHES, by FRIEDRICH RUCKERT Poet's Biography First Line: When torismund, for love of rosalind Last Line: In death, who found none in the living's land. Alternate Author Name(s): Raimar, Freidmund Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
When Torismund, for love of Rosalind, Consumed to ashes in the flames he fanned, She did not strew his ashes on the wind But gathered it all up with faithful hand. And now he serves the child's inventive mind Within her hour-glass placed instead of sand: Glad that through her, he still no peace doth find In death, who found none in the living's land. | 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 PARABLE by FRIEDRICH RUCKERT |
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