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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS DARKNESS, by EDITH LOMBARD SQUIRES First Line: I am not reconciled to this brief dust Last Line: Adventuring this darkness, to the sun. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
I am not reconciled to this brief dust, Nor ever will be till my heart is dumb. Not reconciled to face death's final thrust, Leaving unanswered life's bewildering sum. Not reconciled to have the future say, "Was this her rainbow, this her crock of gold?" How soon my treasures of another day Will lie forgotten in the earth's dark mould! I have lived passionately, cradled sorrow, And held the door against the wolves of doom -- Yet this is not enough, nor will tomorrow Remember, save in passing, death's small room. I am not reconciled, yet I would run, Adventuring this darkness, to the sun. | 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 FAWN OF THE FOREST by EDITH LOMBARD SQUIRES |
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