The Weblog at The View from the Core - Sun. 12/13/09 08:51:08 AM
Tabb Centenary Year LXVII
Five poems by Rev. John B. Tabb.
Since to my smiting enemy
(p. 354, Quatrains: Personal)
Once only did he pass my way.
September 1892 (p. 357, Quatrains: Miscellaneous)
I am a gardener to weed
January 1895 (p. 145, Life, Death and Similar Themes: Joy and Sorrow)
Angels of Pain
Ah, should they come revisiting the spot
1894 (p. 352, Quatrains: Personal)
Ah, not alone in Egypt’s desert land
September 1892 (p. 359, Quatrains: Miscellaneous)
[“Submission”: the poem alludes to Matthew 5:39. “The Sphinx”: the Great Sphinx of Giza, the greatest of sphinxes, has become a symbol of ineffable mystery, because of its unknown origin and purpose, and of strength and wisdom, because it has withstood the desert for thousands of years.]
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