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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NO STOPPING THEN, by JEAN R. MILLER First Line: I cried that life had made of me Last Line: The cynic found his ken. | |||
I cried that life had made of me, With its sycophantic feint, More lowly grub than butterfly, More cynic than the saint. Samaritan devoid of oil, I saw my brother lame, And felt resentment's chilling breath Blow strong against my name. And those who watched where frost remained Denied my small conceit The withered leaves, the drying vine, The husks that fed defeat. From there I caught the gleam beyond, There was no stopping then; The grub emerged a butterfly, The cynic found his ken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENDED WINGS by JEAN R. MILLER SONG FOR SUMMER by JEAN R. MILLER THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |
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