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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees Last Line: To be alone, with eagles in the air. | |||
Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees, With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim, A part thyself and parcel of the frieze Of that colossal temple raised to Time, To gaze on horror, till, as in a crime, Thou and the rocks become accomplices. There is no voice, no life 'twixt thee and them. No life! Yet, look, far down upon the breeze Something has passed across the bosom bare Of the red rocks, a leaf, a shape, a shade. A living shadow! Ay, above thee there, Weaving majestic circles overhead, Others are watching.This is the sublime To be alone, with eagles in the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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