Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHORUS, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY Poet's Biography First Line: Surely in no benignant mood Last Line: The disenchanted ledges of old age. Subject(s): Aging; Goddesses & Gods; Life; Mythology; Youth | ||||||||
Surely in no benignant mood The gods have fashioned us, but craftily To send us homing to the sod Wise only in our own futility. With hyancinthine brows of youth, We enter life as to a festival; But, ere the feast is spread, the gods Snatch back the wine, the song, the coronal. And, lusterless, we turn, afraid, Turn to the sole vouchsafed heritage, And in the shaken darkness clutch The disenchanted ledges of old age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE WARS by ROBERT HASS THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES ALONG WITH YOUTH by ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE BLACK RIVIERA by MARK JARMAN OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY |
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