Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DESTROYERS, by HENRY HEAD First Line: On this primeval strip of western land Last Line: Are bought with death. Subject(s): Ships & Shipping; World War I; First World War | ||||||||
ON this primeval strip of western land, With purple bays and tongues of shining sand, Time, like an echoing tide, Moves drowsily in idle ebb and flow; The sunshine slumbers in the tangled grass And homely folk with simple greeting pass As to their worship or their work they go. Man, earth, and sea Seem linked in elemental harmony And my insurgent sorrow finds release In dreams of peace. But silent, gray, Out of the curtained haze, Across the bay Two fierce destroyers glide with bows afoam And predatory gaze, Like cormorants that seek a submerged prey. An angel of destruction guards the door And keeps the peace of our ancestral home; Freedom to dream, to work, and to adore, These vagrant days, nights of untroubled breath, Are bought with death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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