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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ETERNITY'S RACE, by IDA ELAINE JAMES First Line: Tireless ivory racers, born of dark Last Line: Your only audience the timeless shore. | |||
Tireless ivory racers, born of dark, Incessant hours, implacably you're hurled Again and again upon this frantic arc. Your curving breasts are braced to winds that whirled Your hissing foam and dazzling, high-arched manes. You lunge for precedence and, seething, score A fruitless goal, for no one holds the reins Of Neptune, none applauds from lonely shore. Draw back your snarling lips now nibbling, thin, And scatter froth; then back to the starting place You're forced. How can it matter which will win? You never end your wild, relentless race And no one ever times you, evermore Your only audience the timeless shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES DOLCINO TO MARGARET by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM |
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