The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely,
Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion,
Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling
To sleep is it? I think so, and childhood,
Not the door opened and the stair descended,
The voice answered, the choice announced, the
Trigger touched in the sharp declaration!
And when it comes, escape is small; the door
Creaks; the worms of fear spread veins; the furtive
Fugitive, looking backward, sees his
Ghost in the mirror, his shameful eyes, his mouth diseased.
The Sin Of Hamlet
Delmore Schwartz
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Poem topics: childhood, fear, fog, mirror, sleep, sorrow, voice, small, mouth, sharp, choice, ghost, conclusion, yesterday, spread, door, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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