Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET, by LUCIA TRENT First Line: He is all utterance. His every vein Last Line: The passionate embodiment of the word. Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Mrs. Ralph; Glass, Mrs. Ernest Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Sonnet (as Literary Form) | ||||||||
He is all utterance. His every vein Is swift with blood of faith he must convey. His nerves are wires of passion, sparks of pain. His flesh is lit by suns of Other-Day. His feet may strike concrete or meadow ground, But he is treading stranger ways than these. The words he speaks, on every tongue though found, Become through him dynamic prophecies. The lightning speech of ancient fool and sage Speeds in a burning ball around his brain. Battalions of our human conscience wage Their combat through his lips -- and not in vain! Hs is all utterance, forever stirred, The passionate embodiment of the Word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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