"The Night Bivouac of Napoleon's Army" by Vasily Vereshchagin‘Despair’ by James A. Tweedie The Society August 28, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 2 Comments Poet’s Note: “Back when I was eighteen years old, things were sort of grim with the Vietnam War and my draft status up in the air. I had just graduated from high school the week before and was considering what my future might hold. The word ‘Despair’ popped into my head and, with all the wisdom available to me at that ripe old age, I put pen to paper and wrote out a poem…” Accurséd be thou dark Despair, Who covers o’er Joy’s golden hair. And layest waste all happiness With slyness of a sorceress. Thou dwellest deep within the earth Wherein thy mother gave thee birth. Thy mother Doubt, they father Woe, Thou art indeed a mighty foe Who conquers e’en the mighty Jove And turns aside the stubborn Love, As Clytemnestra soon did learn On Agamemnon’s late return. Within the heart of man you go To plant the seeds of Doubt and Woe. It makes no difference, strongest, weakest, The heart which least expects, Thou seekest. Despised Depression is Thy son Who grabs a hold when Thou hast won. But He is but a flickering shade, Who leavest when the soul is frayed. But Thou, Despair, Thou stayest longer, For You must always be the stronger. Beneath the fair Apollo’s flight All lands Thou roam where there is light. The mystic Nile, the swift Euphrates, Where no light shines in deepest Hades. There is no place where man can flee To be, from Thee, secure and free. I cannot run from Thee to hide For in Thy realm I must abide. But as my days on earth are spent, I ask that Thou be lenient. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Kathy F. August 28, 2017 Excellent poem, very well-written, and undoubtedly destined to endure throughout the ages! Reply James A. Tweedie September 3, 2017 Someone has chosen a powerful picture to accompany my poem. Imagine the despair of lying down to sleep for the night in the bitter cold knowing that you and your companions will not awake to see the morning. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.