The Poet
The Poet - meaning Summary
Identity Bound to the Hour
The speaker addresses an hour as both ally and thief: time brings the very energy for creative song while wounding and carrying it away. The poet claims no fixed home, love, or household sanctuary, presenting a life emptied by devotion to art. Paradoxically, what the speaker pours out impoverishes him even as those things gain richness. The poem sketches vocation as a lonely, sacrificial dependence on fleeting time.
Read Complete AnalysesYou Hour! From me you ever take your flight, Your swift wings wound me as they whir along; Without you void would be my day and night, Without you I'll not capture my great song. I have no earthly spot where I can live, I have no love, I have no household fane, And all the things to which myself I give Impoverish me with richness they attain.
Translated by Jessie Lamont
Feel free to be first to leave comment.