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Of Lies Told That Once Destroyed Innocent Girls' Lives
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-convergence-of-the-twain/ The Convergence of the Twain --- By Thomas Hardy (Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") ********************************************* Of Lies Told That Once Destroyed Innocent Girls' Lives ( Inspired after reading Thomas Hardy's famous poem Titled- The Convergence Of Twain, ( Lines On the loss of the "Titanic" ) Of Lies Told That Once Destroyed Innocent Girls' Lives I In writhing agony she fell As under an accursed spell Far away rang echoes of lies he tells. II As sorrows wedded her to life Heart cut by invisible knife World now bequeathed misery and strife. III No hope, her world turned to ash Each breath became another gash She now felt each and every hard lash. IV No pity could her sad aches cure He had won , of that she was sure Gone innocence of what was once so pure. V Not fathoming why he lied She hung her pretty head and cried She that was once her family's great pride. VI Her life was now a blacken curse She composed her first death verse For now living for her was by far worse. VII As golden moon cast its bright beams Gone were her all romantic dreams She waded into the deep icy stream. VIII Praying death would be her new friend Her nightmare would come to an end Into the cold depths she did so descend. IX Later those lies he did confess Crying out for the entire mess Begging for forgiveness from his sweet Bess. X Finding only cold silence came Too late he saw the devil's game He too entered the stream out of shame. XI This world had again TRUTH denied An innocent girl had died People followed their ignorant pride. XII Now life is too oft much the same To some life is but a mere game Evil world cries- nobody is to blame. Robert J. Lindley, 12-12-2020 Rhyme . (Tribute to Thomas Hardy) ******************************** ******************************** The Convergence of the Twain -- By Thomas Hardy (Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. III Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent. IV Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind. V Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: “What does this vaingloriousness down here?” … VI Well: while was fashioning This creature of cleaving wing, The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything VII Prepared a sinister mate For her — so gaily great — A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate. VIII And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too. IX Alien they seemed to be; No mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later history, X Or sign that they were bent By paths coincident On being anon twin halves of one august event, XI Till the Spinner of the Years Said “Now!” And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
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