Henry James


This Curse - Poem by Henry James

He sits in his room
Startled by what he sees
Not knowing what to think
Not knowing what to believe

The trembling he feels
Strickins pain inside
He can't run from his fears
He has no where to hide

'What is this curse
that has fallen on me'
'What did I learn'
What did I see

He knows so little
He suffers so much
He hears every whisper
He feels every touch

Finally he gives in
To whatever he's done
The game still continues
But no one has fun


Comments about This Curse by Henry James

  • Rookie Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (2/1/2008 10:47:00 AM)

    A bit mysterious, intriguing, question raising, and disturbing, what a curse. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 25, 2005



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