Weep or Sleep

by John Crowe Ransom

John Crowe Ransom

"Now I remember life; and out of me
Lawfully leaping, the twin seed of my loins,
Brethren, whom no split fatherhood disjoins;
But in the woman's-house how hatefully
They trod upon each other! till now I see
My manhood halved and squandered, two heads, two hearts,
Each partial son despising the other's parts;
And so it is, and so it always will be.

"Yet might it be precarious to weep
With eyes slack-fastened and shake these rusty joints;
I am a specter, even if at some points
A father, touched too tender by his issue;
So weak and dusty I perceive my tissue,
I must not crack it—I will turn and sleep.—

Last updated April 01, 2023