On My Birthday, July 21 by Matthew Prior
I, MY dear, was born to-day-- So all my jolly comrades say: They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, And ask to celebrate my birth: Little, alas! my comrades know That I was born to pain and woe; To thy denial, to thy scorn, Better I had ne'er been born: I wish to die, even whilst I say-- 'I, my dear, was born to-day.' I, my dear, was born to-day: Shall I salute the rising ray,
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"On My Birthday, July 21" by Matthew Prior is a sad english poem consisting of 22 lines. This English poem by Matthew Prior demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I, MY dear, was born to-day-- So all my jolly comrades say:...", this piece explores themes of sad through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Matthew Prior's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.