Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEKHMET THE LION-HEADED, by LEONORA SPEYER Poet's Biography First Line: In the dark night I heard a stirring Last Line: That sekhmet purred. Subject(s): Animals; Cats | ||||||||
In the dark night I heard a stirring, Near me something was purring. A voice, deep-throated, spoke: I litter armies for all easts and wests And norths-and souths: They suckle my girl-goddess breasts, And my fierce milk drips from their mouths. The voice sang: I do not kill! I, Sekhmet the Lion-headed, I! But between my soft hands they die. I asked: O Sekhmet, Lion-headed one, How long shall warring be? And Sekhmet deigned to make reply: Eternally! Bold in my faith I grew: Dread goddess-cat, you lie! Warring shall cease! My God of love is greater far Than you! How gentle was the voice of Sekhmet then: He of the Star? He Whom they called the Prince of Peace -- And slew? -- And slew again -- and yet again? -- Ah, yes! --she said. And all about my bed The night grew laughing-red: Sekhmet I did not see But in that bleeding dusk I heard That Sekhmet purred. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB THE LONELY MAN by RANDALL JARRELL IN SEVERAL COLORS by JANE KENYON OPENING HER JEWEL BOX by WILLIAM MATTHEWS HAZARD FACES A SUNDAY IN THE DECLINE by WILLIAM MEREDITH A B C'S IN GREEN by LEONORA SPEYER |
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