Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BROTHER DEATH, by RUTH DUHME First Line: The soundless army beats retreat Last Line: The city of the dreadful night. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
The soundless army beats retreat. The shadowy regiments divide along the streets where flickering lamps curve down the city's nether side. They march at dawn and dusk. They pass unseen on that Homeric verge of dark and sun, where day and night indistinctly meet and merge. Taps have sounded. Women leave the desk, the loom, to light a fire, to cook a meal, and then lie down beside some man's worn-out desire. Others climb to furnished rooms. A plate's Cyclopean eye glows red to warm their soup. They eat and yawn and take the morning news to bed. What means to these the thrust of clouds across a windy pastured hill, the shape of trees against the greenish light of spring, the noon's hot will? These are for the dark. They hold, beyond the barricades of light, in unrelenting, bitter siege, the city of the dreadful night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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