Friday, November 14

A Superscription

This week’s poem is by an exceptional poet, a renaissance man, a “Dante scholar,” Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882); he is a man of raw wisdom, healthy intellect and peculiar character.

Now, listen to what he has to say. Let the man speak to your soul. It’s good for you!


A Superscription

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell
Cast up thy Life’s foam-fretted feet between;
Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen
Which had Life’s form and Love’s, but my spell
Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,
Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen.

Make me, how still I am! But should there dart
One moment through thy soul the soft surprise
Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,-
Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart
Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart
Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.


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