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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ONE PASSES BY, by GLENN CLAIRMONTE First Line: The forces that control the paths of storms Last Line: To temper their sublime severity | |||
The forces that control the paths of storms Have taken me and hurled me down the ways Where now, with certainty and least delays, I must translate the purpose that performs The laws of destiny for worlds and men. So I have come tonight to meet your lips And pour ambition to your fingertips That there may be unrest where peace has been. The thing is done in spite of me -- believe This strange deception is not consonant With my compassion for your loyalty. Because I soon must break your heart I grieve As winds and rains might, being impotent To temper their sublime severity | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD THE FIRST SNOW by J. B. BENTON RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE TRUCE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SIC VITA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE POET'S TERROR AT THE BALIFFS OF EXETER, FR. FREEDOM: A POEM by ANDREW BRICE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 24 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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