Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DUNES, by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP Poet's Biography First Line: Upon the sand the slant rain falls in vain Last Line: Pricks space in universal emptiness. Subject(s): Dunes; Rain | ||||||||
Upon the sand the slant rain falls in vain, The multitudes of the arrows of the rain; The long, gray slopes sprout cruelty, and the sand Creeps on, forever marching against the land That would be fertile and fat with ordered peace If these invasions from the sea would cease . . . . Upon the sand the slant rain falls in vain; Futile are the invasions of the rain . . . . There lies no bound nor terminus to the sand Sloping its million spears against the land Or innumerably streaming in charges blind And terrible on the little horses of the wind . . . . And, though each bent blade seems to thwart their course, It only shifts the pattern of their force; Innumerably they begin again, Grain on enlisted, diamond-helmeted grain, Overwhelming the armies of the rain . . . . Only a bitter, black marsh here and there, With a snake-mottled flower savage-fair, Or speargrass naked in the sky's caress, Pricks space in universal emptiness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISTANT RAINFALL by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 32 by JAMES JOYCE HEAVY SUMMER RAIN by JANE KENYON CROWD CORRALLING by MARGARET AVISON THE RAIN-POOL by KARLE WILSON BAKER ON THE GREAT ATLANTIC RAINWAY by KENNETH KOCH A SAILOR CHANTEY (ON BARK 'PESTALLOZI' OFF TRISTAN D'ACUNHA ISLANDS) by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP |
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