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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRYST, by CATHARINE CATES First Line: She walked uphill through dismal wood Last Line: And rising scorched her with its swell. Subject(s): Devil; Hate; Hell; Satan; Mephistopheles; Lucifer; Beelzebub | |||
She walked uphill through dismal wood And left behind all that was good. Her hate embedded in her breast Entwined and gave her heart no rest. She reached the summit and looked back -- Her mind a barren waste land track. She looked and saw her foot-steps go Along a cleft foot-print below. She whispered to herself, "What could The devil want here in the wood?" Then fire and brimstone stung her nares, Her eyeballs burnt with unshed tears. She heard demoniacal laughter That she remembered ever after As coming from her own tense lips. A palsy seemed to seize her hips. She felt a presence all around, She felt the tremble of the ground, She stood enmeshed, enthralled and static. Hate triumphantly emphatic Arose a flame from out of hell And rising scorched her with its swell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEVIL'S SERMON by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ADDRESS TO THE DEIL by ROBERT BURNS THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING |
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