Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MESS OF IT, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: The gods made a sorry old mess of it Last Line: But left man to add love as the test of the truth. Subject(s): Love; Youth | ||||||||
The gods made a sorry old mess of it The results we can't even guess of it When the caldron they mixed for the young world's youth; The joy and the sorrow they cast indiscriminate, The false from the true they did not eliminate, But left man to add love as the test of the truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE WARS by ROBERT HASS THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES ALONG WITH YOUTH by ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE BLACK RIVIERA by MARK JARMAN 87 CASA GRANDE by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL |
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