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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A SKULL, by DAISY WRIGHT FIELD First Line: Why laughest thou, perched there among the books Last Line: His one great joke in death -- that sets us free! Alternate Author Name(s): Field, Wright Subject(s): Death; Skulls; Dead, The | |||
Why laughest thou, perched there among the books Wrought by man's hand and fathered by his brain? I strive to write with humorous twist of pen -- But thy wide grin makes all my effort vain! I turn to sorrow, and my pen drips tears -- I cannot keep my eyes away from thee; Something sardonic, as if human woe Thy humor mocked, is in thy ghoulish glee! Religion's platitudes I next essay -- Sure sympathy thou'lt give me, knowing all . . . Was that a chuckle, whisp'ring of the vault, That seemed to echo from the fire-lit wall? Is there, then, nothing real, a phantasy Our dearest hopes, our deepest reverence? Will we, too, laugh at man's credulity, As at child whimsies, when we're summoned hence? Will human sorrow and it's vaunted wit Alike provoke that set, sardonic smile? Will we, too, grin that twisted grin, to know How man's best efforts were not worth the while? Nay, nay, I will not have it so! Mayhap Thy fleshless smile a tender one may be, To know that God, the Humorist, hath played His one great Joke in Death -- that sets us free! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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