The Mind
When Wrath Spreads Through Thy Breast
From A Selection from the Poems of Michael Field (1923)
The Mind
When through thy breast wild wrath doth spread
And work thy inmost being harm.
Leave thou the fiery word unsaid.
Guard thee; be calm.
Apollo, when they do thee wrong,
Speechless thou tak'st the golden dart:
I will refrain my barking tongue
And strike the heart.
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Codex Note
From Long Ago, as marked in the 1923 Selection.
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MLA
Field, Michael. “When Wrath Spreads Through Thy Breast.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/163/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “When Wrath Spreads Through Thy Breast.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/163/.
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