Author: Adam Lindsay Gordon
I could scarcely believe that I heard him aright, For I thought that I could not be right, When I fancied I heard him sigh, And I fancied I heard him speak. But I drew the blanket tight, And lay awake that night, Thinking of the face so pale, And the cheek so wan and white. For I saw him lying there, And the hand that was thin and bare, Was clasped on his weary breast, As if in some silent prayer. And the moonlight shone on the bed, And the light was cold and white, As I lay in the silence, and watched him Till the morning dawned so bright.
Type of Poem: Narrative Poem
Date Written: 1869-01-01
Date Published: 1870-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Wreck, Moonlight, Silence, Prayer, Morning
Source: Bush Ballads and Galloping Rhymes
Publisher: Clarson, Massina & Co.
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A haunting narrative poem that captures the eerie silence and solemnity of a scene where a man lies in the aftermath of a wreck, reflecting on life and death.
Narrative poetry is a form of poetry that tells a story, often making use of the voices of a narrator and characters as well. Unlike lyric poetry, which focuses on emotions and thoughts, narrative poetry is dedicated to storytelling, weaving tales that captivate readers through plot and character development.
Narrative poems are unique in their ability to combine the depth of storytelling with the expressive qualities of poetry. Here are some defining characteristics:
From ancient epics like "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey" to more modern narrative poems, this form continues to engage readers by blending the art of storytelling with the beauty and rhythm of poetry.