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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET IN VAIN, by ROLFE HUMPHRIES Poet's Biography First Line: Not sick, nor bent on self-destruction either Last Line: Profusion-bred, to die, o rolfe, stay warm! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
Not sick, nor bent on self-destruction either, I can not sleep for thinking I must die -- The proud warm substance of the body wither, Turn humble-cold, and I no more be I. Hot cruelty, sick love, and lonely sleep, These are not much to live for, nor this murk So permeate with fire and air to keep The heart assiduous at its crimson work. But the doom's wonder of the heavy slow Swing of the turning world around the sun Is no mean force that easily lets go, No paltry fare that hunger gnaws upon. -- Son of a rich intolerable swarm, Profusion-bred, to die, O Rolfe, stay warm! | 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 |
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