TURN in, my lord, she said ;
As it were the Father of Sin
I have hated the Father of the Dead,
The slayer of my kin ;
By the Father of the Living led,
Turn in, my lord, turn in.
We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold,
But mine is warm as life ;
I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold,
I have turned aside the knife.
Despair itself in me was bold,
I have striven, and won the strife.
But that which conquered thee and rose
Again to earth descends ;
For the last time we have come to blows.
And the long combat ends.
The worst and secretest of foes,
Be now my friend of friends.
5 Stars and CONGRATS being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day by Poem Hunter And Team. Most deserving!
TWO: while Death is a cold and unforgiving force. Through vivid imagery, the Lady resists Death's attempts to claim her, using her warmth and determination as weapons.
ONE: This poem explores the concept of mortality through a confrontation between the Lady and Death. The Lady personifies life and defiance,
TURN in, my lord, she said; As it were the Father of Sin I have hated the Father of the Dead, The slayer of my kin; The old concept of sin is death, dead is sin, begins this poem lamenting first the death of kin, then celebrating a battle with death We were foes of old; thy touch was cold, But mine is warm as life; I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold, which begs the question of how she defeated death, 'turned aside the knife... bold, ... striven, and won the strife.' The third stanza lines seem to indicate that Christ who 'conquered thee (death) and rose Again to earth descends; ' has protected or consoled the woman addressing death, who is now at peace with death thus the long combat ends. The worst and secretest of foes, Be now my friend of friends. It would be interesting to know more background detail to this poem, which incorporates elements of mystery and intrigue.
enigmatic and personally it doesn't send shivers down my back, it seems the struggle with death which the poet feels she has conquered several times in her life.... I may be wrong...let's move on. Panmelys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Be now my friends of friends' the poem concludes.The mystical enigmatic lines of poems are the peculiarity of poets which is beyond comprehension in particular but so much meanings which goes to the inner depth of mind and soul and therefore so much enjoying in a sorrow and pessimistic mental attire I think.