Epitaph
Amy Levy
1861 to 1889
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Never ache and ache with the choked-up sighs;
He will never lie on his couch awake,
This is the end of him, here he lies:
When his heart is breaking all the while.
The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,
Nor sway and sway 'twixt the false and true,
(On a commonplace person who died in bed)
Groping and groping—never again.
Never ask for bread, get a stone instead,
Never pretend that the stone is bread;
The mould in his mouth, the turf on his breast;
This is the end of him, here he lies.
This is the end of him, this is best.
Weighing and noting the long hours through.
He will never stretch out his hands in vain
Wide-eyed, tearless, till dim daybreak.
Never again will he smile and smile