Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (2), by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography First Line: The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light Last Line: Ye, too, may feast in nature's fairyland. Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
THE twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light, And o'er wet roofs and huddling streets below Hand with a strange Apocalyptic glow On the black fringes of the wintry night. Such bursts of glory may have rapt the sight Of him to whom on Patmos long ago The visionary angel came to show That heavenly city built of chrysolite. And lo, three factory hands begrimed with soot, Aflame with the red splendour, marvelling stand, And gaze with lifted faces awed and mute. Starved of earth's beauty by Man's grudging hand, O toilers, robbed of labour's golden fruit, Ye, too, may feast in Nature's fairyland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE |
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