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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUMAN PREDICAMENT, by IRENE SUTTON First Line: There was a man - or so the tale has grown Last Line: Release, cursing his captors as before. | |||
There was a man -- or so the tale has grown -- A blinded caitiff in a dungeon bound Who beat his head against the dripping stone And cursed his captors till the air around Gathered up the cry and it was flung Rising, reverberant, rasping -- "Light! light! light!" From wall to echoing wall till (they have sung) The mad vibration shook the birds in flight And set the walls a-trembling, and they fell. And they whose tale it is go on to tell How you may see him, stark against the sky, Ringed round with mouldering stones sand-scattered by The years, arms raised to heaven to implore Release, cursing his captors as before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SERENADE AT SUNSET by IRENE SUTTON TO GERTRUDE STEIN PITEOUSLY by IRENE SUTTON FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT AN OLD SAW NEWLY RENDERED by LEVI BISHOP RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND |
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