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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THRUSH AND POLYPHEMUS, by JACK MERTEN
First Line: A mountain oak core-riven by a gale
Last Line: "I see, polyphemus, where your rocks miss hitting."
Subject(s): Mountains; Nature; Hills; Downs (great Britain)
First Line: A mountain oak core-riven by a gale
Last Line: "I see, polyphemus, where your rocks miss hitting."
Subject(s): Mountains; Nature; Hills; Downs (great Britain)
A MOUNTAIN oak core-riven by a gale,
Shaking its roots and limbs, and stones upstarting;
Such was blind Polyphemus raging on the crags,
Hurling boulders after the ships departing.
Upon the green tuft of a pine nearby
A curious, watchful little thrush was sitting;
"Though I am no giant, though my eyes are small,
I see, Polyphemus, where your rocks miss hitting."
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