Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIANCA: 7. PRESAGES, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The piteousness of passing things Last Line: Death, spare this whitest flesh that lives! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
The piteousness of passing things Haunts her beseeching eyes, the stir Of those appealing lips, and stings My senses, hungering for her, With over-much delight, that brings A presage of departing things. Death in her lilied whiteness lives, The shadow of Death's eternal lust After the delicate flesh that gives The life of lilies to the dust. Ah, if thy lust my love forgives, Death, spare this whitest flesh that lives! | 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 NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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