Epitaph Poem by Lascelles Abercrombie

Epitaph

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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 OF THE POEM
MAHTAB BANGALEE 24 January 2021

I lookt for beauty and I longed for rest, And now I have perfection: nay, I am perfection: I am nothing, I am dead...wow fantastically written about the self; enjoyable poem

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Q yt 17 April 2017

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M Asim Nehal 09 January 2016

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 17 October 2015

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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