Lascelles Abercrombie

(9 January 1881 – 27 October 1938 / Ashton)

Epitaph - Poem by Lascelles Abercrombie

ir, you shall notice me: I am the Man;
I am Good Fortune: I am satisfied.
All I desired, more than I could desire,
I have: everything has gone right with me.
Life was a hiding-place that played me false;
I croucht ashamed, and still was seen and scorned:
But now I am not seen. I was a fool,
And now I know what wisdom dare not know:
For I know Nothing. I was a slave, and now
I have ungoverned freedom and the wealth
That cannot be conceived: for I have Nothing.
I lookt for beauty and I longed for rest,
And now I have perfection: nay, I am
perfection: I am nothing, I am dead.


Comments about Epitaph by Lascelles Abercrombie

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/9/2016 12:36:00 PM)


    I have ungoverned freedom and the wealth
    That cannot be conceived: for I have Nothing.
    I lookt for beauty and I longed for rest,
    And now I have perfection: nay, I am
    perfection: I am nothing, I am dead.
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  • Susan Williams (10/17/2015 3:08:00 PM)


    a powerful blend of reason and emotion- I particularly like the last few lines: I lookt for beauty and I longed for rest,
    And now I have perfection: nay, I am
    perfection: I am nothing, I am dead.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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