The passions that we fought with and subdued
Never quite die. In some maimed serpent's coil
They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate
That power was once our torture and our lord.

(C) Trumbull Stickney
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Trumbull Stickney

• Sir, Say No More
• Mt. Lykaion
• You Say, Columbus With His Argosies
• Loneliness
• In A City Garden
• In The Past
• Mnemosyne
• Leave Him Now Quiet By The Way
• On Some Shells Found Inland
• In Ampezzo
• I Used To Think
• Live Blindly
• Once
• They Lived Enamoured Of The Lovely Moon
• The Melancholy Year Is Dead With Rain
• The Passions That We Fought With
• And, The Last Day Being Come
• Near Helikon
• Be Still