The Epitaph

The Epitaph

A Poem by Roy
















A silent death I choose tonight.
Miles away from the blinding light.
Hoping that the world will change
With the new dawn tomorrow.

And those wild eyes that chide me now
May drop a pearl of sorrow.

© 2011 Roy


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I can almost see the divine in this poem, the "wild eyes," being heavenly bodies. Is that phrase "drop a pearl" an allusion to the angels dropping an orb in one of Elizabeth B. Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, Number 22? Even if it isn't, it's a haunting picture of a tortured soul looking to raise a heavenly eyebrow with his or her act of defiance--an apparent suicide. It's so short, but packed with haunting images. Nicely crafted!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I can almost see the divine in this poem, the "wild eyes," being heavenly bodies. Is that phrase "drop a pearl" an allusion to the angels dropping an orb in one of Elizabeth B. Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, Number 22? Even if it isn't, it's a haunting picture of a tortured soul looking to raise a heavenly eyebrow with his or her act of defiance--an apparent suicide. It's so short, but packed with haunting images. Nicely crafted!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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