ANGRY Earth, give me thy fury, That when Death seeks to o'ercome me And my brain and body bury In his hole, I shall rise, I shall rise. Pain, that's like the rust of metals, Stain upon the mind's most fairness, Frost that wastes wind-shaking petals, Pain the Ghost, Death's sly ally, I shall dare. Angry Earth, forbear sweet summer, April softness, May's too-sweetness, Mute be Autumn's early drummer— Winter's strength Give me, and his frozen heat. Arctic Death, then, blizzard-breathing, I shall dare, @3sans@1 fear or wonder, Icy pangs, pain's seas deep seething. Give me fury, Angry Earth, to outface Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS |