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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 11, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Wild words I write, and lettered in deep pain Last Line: My tumults and my joys I may proclaim. Subject(s): Farewell; Grief; Love - Loss Of; Parting; Sorrow; Sadness | |||
Wild words I write, and lettered in deep pain, To lay in your loved hand as love's farewell. It is the thought we shall not meet again Nerves me to write and my whole secret tell. For when I speak to you, you only jest, And laughing break the sentence with a kiss, Till my poor love is never quite confessed, Nor know you half its tears and tenderness. When the first darkness and the clouds began I hid it from you fearing your reproof; I would not vex your life's high aim and plan With my poor woman's woe, and held aloof. But now that all is ended, pride and shame, My tumults and my joys I may proclaim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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