Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PROMETHEUS, by PAUL ARMAND SILVESTRE



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PROMETHEUS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: His galled flesh writhing on the rock, he thrilled
Last Line: "the calmness of the heaven that I hate!"
Alternate Author Name(s): Silvestre, Armand
Subject(s): Prometheus; Ravens


HIS galled flesh writhing on the rock, he thrilled
With endless lamentation the lone sky.
"Consort most foul whose carrion food am I,
Bear off my heart and let thy brood be filled.
From my red wound not all the blood is spilled.
There mayst thou glut. Thy gorged beak cannot try
My spirit with the supreme agony,
Live tomb most avid of my flesh unkilled!
Most mournful ravener, let thy beak not halt
But rive my entrails with a ruthless edge:
Not direst torture of thy claws can mate
The torment of the mocking azure vault,
The stars that laugh on an unreachéd ledge,
The calmness of the heaven that I hate!"





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