Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWILIGHT OF THE GODS, by ROBERT DE MONTESQUIOU


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First Line: So many suns have died at the low pool's brow
Last Line: Happy to watch themselves there as they die!
Subject(s): Goddesses & Gods; Mythology


So many suns have died at the low pool's brow
It is a chest of clothes in disarray,
Gowns colored with the night, bands with the day
The gods lived through whose busts are crumbling now.

Their endless glory and their cruel grace
Are as the grass that lines the courtyard stone;
Their talk bears an unexpected undertone:
The moss on the cold heart and the worn face.

The kings have no sceptre in their broken hands,
Between her rosy fingers Venus has no rose,
Apollo holds no lyre, Cupid no wing expands. ...

And the glass of the water helps their days to close,
Happy to smile as their last hours go by,
Happy to watch themselves there as they die!





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