Poet with the pointed breath, Who matches darkness of the mind With syllables so taut they wind Their meaning is a lively death. Spare us no twinge nor brilliance stirred With rapiers of speech that move To break the dark from cool new love Encompassed in the burning word. That we may live enough to feel Living, with something more than heart, Lay on our eye your tonic smart, Clang in our ear your uttered steel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY LETHE. A BALLAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE ROBIN REDBREAST by MATHILDE BLIND THANKSGIVING SONG by CAREY YATES BUSBY LINES WRITTEN IN ROUSSEAU'S LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN. by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |