In every line a supple beauty -
The restless head a little bent -
Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty,
The unseeing eyes of discontent.
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The dice of gods are always loaded'; One gambler, arrogant as they, Fierce, and by fierce injustice goaded, Left both his hazard and the play. Incapable of compromises, Unable to forgive or spare, The strange awarding of the prizes He had not fortitude to bear. Beautifully written. Good poem. Thanks for it.10 marks.
that gifted brother I loved, who passed and left no trace, Not even - luckier than this other - His sorrow in a marble face. An emotional poem penned in great style, leaving behind a pathos of a brother who passed and left no trace behind.
A story poem told in a fantastic manner. Thanks for sharing it here.
I often come to sit beside him. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A wonderfully worded poem which deserves every praise.