Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

Death And The Lady - Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

TURN in, my lord, she said ;
As it were the Father of Sin
I have hated the Father of the Dead,
The slayer of my kin ;
By the Father of the Living led,
Turn in, my lord, turn in.

We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold,
But mine is warm as life ;
I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold,
I have turned aside the knife.
Despair itself in me was bold,
I have striven, and won the strife.

But that which conquered thee and rose
Again to earth descends ;
For the last time we have come to blows.
And the long combat ends.
The worst and secretest of foes,
Be now my friend of friends.


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  • Gold Star - 26,918 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/29/2014 1:25:00 AM)

    'Be now my friends of friends' the poem concludes.The mystical enigmatic lines of poems are the peculiarity of poets which is beyond comprehension in particular but so much meanings which goes to the inner depth of mind and soul and therefore so much enjoying in a sorrow and pessimistic mental attire I think. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001


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