Doleful Comfort Of Feeling Tragic - Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Locked in the comfort of his tragedy,
He grows into a self-chosen hero,
Lofty as a Hamlet of indecision,
Declaiming lines of noble agony.
He smiles upon the legend of his palm,
Triumphant o’er his wayward destiny,
And peers into the mirror mesmeric
To readjust the droop of pensive eyelids.
He wrings a moistured tribute from his woe,
Coddles his grief, coaxing another sigh.
His cheeks caress the texture of his tears,
His throat constricted pricks up to attention.
Spare him his melancholy, friends;
His grief is with him, he shall not want.
- - - - - - - - - - 1957
Poet's Notes about The Poem
university who wanted to be writers.
Comments about Doleful Comfort Of Feeling Tragic by Ananta Madhavan
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You