Know’st Thou Me Yet? Poem by Marcus McKinley
Know’st Thou Me Yet?
In mask, I know thee not
Such vile words off tongue does drip
In hands my ears I swathe
Guarding this my conscious unto despair
I am stolen, picked like pocket
By the wisps and whips of breath foretold
Held in hand by loathsome stranger
To my wits and daggers hold
Pallid now I, untouched in mantle
And thus, mortally wounded in heart
I plea upon my last exhale
Unveil and reveal to me my part
Wow this is great i like the use of old fashioned language.Brilliant write and great to read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:57:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is one of those poems I had to read about 5 times in order to grasp even a partial understanding of its meaning. Even now, I'm not certain what the mask is a symbol of. I did however get that this masked person said very hurtful things that wounded you deeply. I could never write like that...that was fantastic