Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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XIV. "You look at me..."[7] by Frederick Philip Grove To C. G. You look at me with anguish in your eye, Mutely imploring that I boldly speak From out of my composure what you seek: The answer to the ancient question, Why. Stern grow your features that but now were meek. "You are a man. Give comfort!" thus they cry. "You are a man. Give strength! your eyes are dry. "You are a man. Give, give.....For I am weak." Alas, I have no comfort. Man or not, What matters it? My strength is but a mask To hide my weakness from intruding looks. I have no answer. Surgings long forgot Rise up and clamour that I, too, shall ask What yet, I know too well, no answer brook. In Memoriam 15/14