You have hurt beauty for her.
You have bruised the stars and broken the moon's peace.
You have given the wind a moan that will not cease,
You have made of the setting sun a wound bleeding.
You have stricken the sea with palsy—and distuned
Its rhythm to a shaken sick despair;
And gull wings are not buoyant anywhere:
For time has become insatiate passion pleading,
And space but a heavy stalking-place of care.
She cannot walk or wing or flutter free
From the thought of you.
And yesterday, not to-morrow, is her destiny.
I am busy working to bring Cale Young Rice's "Reproach" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Cale Young Rice's life and contributions to literature.
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