Struggle
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea: Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.
Sidney Lanier
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea: Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.
In just four lines, Sidney Lanier packs a world of tension and renewal. The speaker compares his soul to an oar that momentarily dies under a crushing wave, then glitters out again and sweeps the sea.
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