I COUNTED blisses, tortures, shames, The sweet of birds, the sea, the sky, The spirit's clean and filthy flames, The right to live, the boon to die, And looking in God's face I vowed The bargain fair, and raised the load. But I am wiser now than then, Who bargained long before the spear Too pointed for the worst of men Laid low my mother on the bier. I looked again at God, and said, 'It was not fair.' God bowed His head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON MEMORY OF THE IRISH DEAD by JOHN KELLS INGRAM POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY THE SONG OF THE CAMP by BAYARD TAYLOR A VOICE PROPHETIC by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 14. THE POWERFUL ATTRACTION by PHILIP AYRES |