Thomas Sharp

Of Such - Poem by Thomas Sharp

Three of my little ones, bedded and kissed,
Are chattering...Whist!
I hear Jean say: 'If God lives high
in air
How treads He there? '
' I think 'twould be too hot to rest
The sun, ' says John;
And Margaret: 'A star would be too small
Off he would fall.'
'Surely the moon's His place, ' and
all the three
Thereon agree.
Darlings, whom I in vain have striven
to tell
Where God doth dwell,
I too have sought His hiding-place
and failed,
Known His face veiled,
But your sweet prattle falling on
mine ear
Maketh Him clear.
O when I see your faces, hear your
My heart rejoices,
And in your company, O cherubim,
I am with Him
(The while I hear your voices, see
your faces)
In the heavenly places.

Comments about Of Such by Thomas Sharp

  • (6/1/2019 4:21:00 PM)

    Literary crap. Nothing revealed about the poet except his effort to mimic dead poets, and he does that well, because this poem itself is dead in the new century. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/20/2018 3:45:00 PM)

    What kind of poet writes this? Imitating the style of dead poets? Is your contemporary life so boring, so concealed that you're afraid to write something original. Poetry is not about imitation. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/20/2018 3:33:00 PM)

    The poet is invisible. What a detour from any authentic revealing of ones self. Who is this guy? Other than imitating some format from English Literature Classes, I see no evidence of anything profound. Hiding behind language is just another mask. No one wants to de-code his semantical garb. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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