POEM
The Passions that we Fought with and Subdued
Trumbull StickneyThe 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.
Trumbull Stickney is best remembered as a promising young poet and scholar who died before his work . . . MORE »
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