Epitaph Poem by Lascelles Abercrombie
Epitaph
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.
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.
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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12/3/2024 5:19:44 AM # 1.0.0
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