RevengeAuthor(s): Oscar WilliamsSource: Poetry, Vol. 16, No. 6 (Sep., 1920), p. 303Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572767 .

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Oscar Williattms

REVENGE

I have come out of my grave For my revenge upon death, Who bound me to a wind-swirled, gnarled crag, And set the stars picking at my bones Like a million tiny vultures; Long, long before Prometheus, I too had stolen a fire, greater than his!

But now I have come out of my grave For my revenge upon death: Out of the curves of petals, The curves of my face; Out of the caverns of the winds, The little caverns of my lungs; Out of the sunlight and moonlight, The glimmer of my eyes; Out of the rains and snows, My heart's cataract of plunging flames; Out of the tip-toeing twilight, The hush of my soul. Oh, I have come out of my grave For my revenge upon death For the little revenge men call life.

Oscar Willians

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