Hanratty, Himself Poem by Brian Purdy
Hanratty, Himself
Forty years I trudged
And had no answers;
A mind that was at sea
And heart unanchored.
The day I had my birth
My father cursed.
Today, I saw him dead
And wished him worse.
Even from the start,
My mother's teeth
Tore my heart to bits
When I would sleep.
No angels dance on pins
No god's in heaven
Tonight I drink and dice
From nine to seven.
Sixty years I lived
And saw no worth;
Now, harpies, drink my blood
And do your worst.
One night I will go down
Beside the sea
Anchorless, alone
Will cease to be.
if u ask my opinion, its a bit sad. i mean, really negative. HOWEVER the music of poetry has left me dumbfound. beautiful. keep it up Brian
Tragic, poignant, insightful. Could this be autobiographical?
Hanratty is an invention. That does not mean that I don't share some of his emotions though his take on things is certainly darker than my own. Many thanks to all for comments and praise. Glad this gave pleasure. Best regards from Bep.
Hanratty is an invention. That does not mean that I don't share many of his emotions. Thanks to everyone for comments and praise. Glad this gave pleasure. Regards, Bep.
Hanratty is an invention, not autobiographical. That does not mean that some of the emotions expressed are not mine. Many thanks for praise and reactions from readers. Glad this gave you pleasure. - Bep.
Some fine lines in this. The sentiments expressed here reflect much of my own. Well written.
the poem of sadness... good personal poem.... it is full of emotions and has a good rhythm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 8:23:13 PM # 1.0.0
the sweetest poem as it is the saddest, very tragic and melancholic. i like the poem.