Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FATE, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: The mist-strange mountains at the horizon line Last Line: The omened pinions of the wing of fate! Subject(s): Fate; Destiny | ||||||||
The mist-strange mountains at the horizon line, And the white combers breaking on the beach; The sense of calm and infinite great reach Of sea and sky; the lure of a divine Something beyond, whereof God gives a sign To seeking souls, and seems to pledge to each A benison not caught in any speech Such as is limned by words of thine and mine. A peace of heaven encompasses and calls; The southward-speeding sun with cloudless smile Comforts a heart but now disconsolate. Sudden, o'erhead, a great bird's shadow falls: With shivering swiftness drop dark fears of guile, The omened pinions of the wing of Fate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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