Fiends tear me to blood And slivers of torment In my marrow they grind My lungs they heave, My wrists they nail, In my head they beat, My head they beat Against the world. Sorrow slides and stirs Under my breast, Sucks at my heart With mouth of hell. I have conceived a stone That weighs me down, That falls through me Slimed with hot blood My stone is born, The wood, the bone, The dumb, the hard, The heavy, the dead Has rent the womb. Through the hole in my body I bleed away Through a void as vast As the lack of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PASTORAL BALLADS: SPRING by THOMAS BREREWOOD LAMENT FOR PIONEERS by VERNE BRIGHT |