Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DELIA: 39, by SAMUEL DANIEL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Read in my face a volume of despairs Last Line: The temple where her name was honored still. Subject(s): Despair; Helen Of Troy; Love; Metaphor; Mythology - Classical; Similes | ||||||||
Read in my face a volume of despairs, The wailing Iliads of my tragic woe, Drawn with my blood, and printed with my cares, Wrought by her hand, that I have honored so; Who whilst I burn, she sings at my soul's wrack, Looking aloft from turret of her pride; There my soul's tyrant joys her in the sack Of her own seat, whereof I made her guide. There do these smokes that from affliction rise Serve as an incense to a cruel dame, A sacrifice thrice grateful to her eyes, Because their power serve to exact the same. Thus ruins she, to satisfy her will, The temple where her name was honored still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVING YOU IN FLEMISH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE CLOUDS OF MAGELLAN (APHORISMS OF MR. CANON ASPIRIN) by NORMAN DUBIE NOT WRITING POEMS ABOUT CHILDREN by CAROLYN KIZER MAROON BELLS by KENNETH REXROTH THINKING OF A RELATION BETWEEN THE IMAGES OF METHAPHORS by WALLACE STEVENS MY FATHER'S GARDEN by DAVID WAGONER AND AS IN ALICE by MARY JO BANG A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS |
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