Why do ye torture me?
by Patrick Pearse
Why are ye torturing me, O desires of my heart ?
Torturing me and paining me by day and by night?
Hunting me as a poor deer would be hunted on a hill,
A poor long-wearied deer with the hound-pack after him
There’s no ease to my paining in the loneliness of the hills,
But the cry of the hunters terrifically to be heard,
The cry of my desires haunting me without respite,—
O ravening hounds, long is your run!
No satisfying can come to my desires while I live,
For the satisfaction I desired yesterday is no satisfaction,
And the hound-pack is the greedier of the satisfaction it has got,—
And forever I shall not sleep till I sleep in the grave.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Claïs by Sappho
- In The Country – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Hosts
- Lotus by Rabindranath Tagore
- Living In Sin
- To One False In Love by Sappho
- A man said to the universe: by Stephen Crane
- einstein-defining-special-relativity.html
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Осенняя песня
- Power of Peace by Rixa White
- Virtual Impressions by Renu Ayyar
- For Sidney Bechet by Philip Larkin
- Meant To Be by Russ Pergram
- Psalm 80 poem – John Milton poems
- Bamboo Adobe by Wang Wei
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