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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE NIGHT, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Where art thou, thou lost face Last Line: For her, and thee, and me? Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Man-woman Relationships; Male-female Relations | |||
WHERE art thou, thou lost face, Which, yet a little while, wert making mirth At these new years which seemed too sad to be? Where art thou fled which for a minute's space Shut out the world and wert my world to me? And now a corner of this idle Earth, A broken shadow by the day forgot, Is wide enough to be thy hiding place, And thou art shrunk away and needest not The darkness of this night to cover thee. Where art thou hidden? In the boundless air My hands go forth to thee, and search and feel As through the universe. I hold the night Caught in my arms, and yet thou art not there. Where art thou? What if I should strike a light So suddenly that thou couldst never steal Back to thy shadows? What if I should find Thee standing close to me with all thy hair Trailing about me and thine eyes grown blind With looking at me vainly through the night? There are three rings upon thy hand to-night, One with a sapphire stone, and one there is Coiled like a snake, and one on which my name Is written in strange gems. By this dim light I cannot read if it be writ the same. See, I have worn no other ring but this! Why dost thou look at it with eyes estranged? Is it not thine?Ah, God! Thou readest right! And it is changed, and thou and I are changed, And I have written there another name. Oh happiness, how has it slipped away! We, who once lived and held it in our hand! What is the rest that these new years can bring? Did we not love it in our love's to-day, And pleasure which was so divine a thing, The sweetest and most strange to understand? And that is why it left regret behind, As though a wild bird suddenly should stay A moment at our side and we should find When we looked up that it had taken wing. And thou, hast thou forgotten how to love? Hast thou no kissing in thy lips? Thy tongue, Has it no secret whisper for my ear? I have been watching thee to see thee move A little closer to my side in fear Of the long night. Oh, there is room among The pillows for thy head if thou wouldst sleep! And thou art cold, and I would wrap my love To my warm breast and so my vigil keep And be alone with darkness and with her. Thou standest with thy hand upon my heart, As once thou used to stand, to feel it beat. Doth it beat calmer now than in those days? Thy foolish finger-tips will leave a smart, If they so press upon my side. Thy gaze Is burning me. Oh speak a word and cheat This darkness into pain, if pain must be, And wake me back to sorrow with a start, For I am weary of the night and thee And thy strange silence and thy stranger face. Canst thou not speak? Thy tale was but begun. How can I answer thee a tale untold? Whisper it quick before the morning break. How loud thou weepest! Listen, there is one Dreaming beside me who must not awake. Close in my ear!Ah! child, thy lips are cold, Because thou art forsaken.Misery! Is there not room enough beneath the sun For her, and thee, and me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISERY AND SPLENDOR by ROBERT HASS THE APPLE TREES AT OLEMA by ROBERT HASS DOUBLE SONNET by ANTHONY HECHT CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE SUPERBIA: A TRIUMPH WITH NO TRAIN by MARY KINZIE COUNSEL TO UNREASON by LEONIE ADAMS TWENTY QUESTIONS by DAVID LEHMAN 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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