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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PARALYSIS, by RUPERT BROOKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: For moveless limbs no pity I crave Last Line: To you alone with your hills and heaven. Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings | |||
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, I have; No fool to heave luxurious sighs For the woods and hills that I never knew. The more excellent way's yet mine! And you Flower-laden come to the clean white cell, And we talk as ever -- am I not the same? With our hearts we love, immutable, You without pity, I without shame. We talk as of old; as of old you go Out under the sky, and laughing, I know, Flit through the streets, your heart all me; Till you gain the world beyond the town. Then -- I fade from your heart, quietly; And your fleet steps quicken. The strong down Smiles you welcome there; the woods that love you Close lovely and conquering arms above you. O ever-moving, O lithe and free! Fast in my linen prison I press On impassable bars, or emptily Laugh in my great loneliness. And still in the white neat bed I strive Most impotently against that gyve; Being less now than a thought, even, To you alone with your hills and heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG NIGHT AND DAY: 1. IN THE WORKSHOP by ISAAC ROSENBERG KILLED IN ACTION by ISAAC ROSENBERG LOVE AND LUST by ISAAC ROSENBERG MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE |
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