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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHAGRIN, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Caught still as absalom Last Line: And hang from implacable boughs. Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings; Dismay | |||
Caught still as Absalom, Surely the air hangs From the swayless cloud-boughs Like hair of Absalom Caught and hanging still. From the imagined weight Of spaces in a sky Of mute chagrin my thoughts Hang like branch-clung hair To trunks of silence swung, With the choked soul weighing down Into thick emptiness. Christ, end this hanging death, For endlessness hangs therefrom! Invisibly branches break From invisible trees: The cloud-woods where we rush (Our eyes holding so much), Which we must ride dim ages round Ere the hands (we dream) can touch, We ride, we ride -- before the morning The secret roots of the sun to tread -- And suddenly We are lifted of all we know, And hang from implacable boughs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER'S LIPS ARE AGLOW, AFRESH by ISAAC ROSENBERG A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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