Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A Sidney Lanier Poem


My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.

-Sidney Lanier

I've loved Sidney Lanier's poems for years. He was a Civil War Era, Southern poet. You don't hear of many of those, do you? I bought an anthology of his poetry several years ago on Ebay. Much of it has the flowery, stylized manner of the poetry of that time, but some are elegant, simple, clear. I feel this brief picture of self-realization is beautiful.

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