Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS TO MIRANDA: 13, by WILLIAM WATSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I knew it well; an enemy has been near Last Line: Who came to wound me -- and worse still, to stain. Alternate Author Name(s): Watson, John William Subject(s): Beauty; Hearts; Muses | ||||||||
I KNEW it well; an enemy has been near. Perhaps I may have met him at your door; Perhaps I may have stood with him before Those canvasses where Beauty rises clear Of mist and shadow, and mortal forms appear Immortal, for mortality to adore. But what was that distilment he could pour Unchidden, in the porches of your ear? It was the kinsman of the royal Dane, No stranger at his gates, who did infuse The drops that lulled a noble heart and brain To untimely silence: O the sharper pain, If it should be a kinsman in the Muse Who came to wound me -- and worse still, to stain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN APOLOGY FOR NOT INVOKING THE MUSE by JOHN CIARDI FAREWELL TO TWO MUSES by CAROL FROST PLAINT OF THE POET IN AN IGNORANT AGE by CAROLYN KIZER MUSE OF MIDNIGHT by GREGORY ORR WILD HEART; FOR TRISHA by GREGORY ORR |
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