Patrick Henry Pearse

(10 November 1879 – 3 May 1916 / Great Brunswick / Ireland)

Why Do Ye Torture Me? - Poem by Patrick Henry Pearse

Why are ye torturing me, O desires of my heart?
Torturing me and paining me by day and by night?
Hunting me as a poor deer would be hunted on a hill,
A poor long-wearied deer with the hound-pack after him
There's no ease to my paining in the loneliness of the hills,
But the cry of the hunters terrifically to be heard,
The cry of my desires haunting me without respite,—
O ravening hounds, long is your run!
No satisfying can come to my desires while I live,
For the satisfaction I desired yesterday is no satisfaction,
And the hound-pack is the greedier of the satisfaction it has got,—
And forever I shall not sleep till I sleep in the grave.

Topic(s) of this poem: hunting

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    this was a good poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 20, 2015

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