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
- A Young Soul
- Gubbinal by Wallace Stevens
- A Dialogue
- A Stick Of Incense by William Butler Yeats
- haiku
- Владимир Маяковский – Праздник урожая
- To Sea by Martin Zakovski
- On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers by Thomas Hood
- Carrion Comfort poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Данько – Верхом на палочке
- Parted by Siegfried Sassoon
- Алексей Жемчужников – Зимнее чувство
- the_christening.html
- Олег Бундур – Я несу домой морошку
- Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
