Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GLACIER, by LOUISE TOWNSEND NICHOLL Poet's Biography First Line: Your cool, selective memory moving slow Last Line: Until I see that dead face turn to dust. Subject(s): Glaciers | ||||||||
Your cool, selective memory moving slow Is a smooth glacier down a mountain pass. All those who slipped and fell in a crevasse To the long track's appointed end must go, Set preciously in old moraine and snow The coldly treasured jewels you amass Borne in a frozen pageant under glass. This is the valley where the ice will flow: I who am dead but living wait that space Though it be years until it come so far, To see, intact in you, my own dead face, Waiting for light from an extinguished star Would be like this: my life is held in trust Until I see that dead face turn to dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE NORTHWEST COAST: GLACIER by ALICE HENSON ERNST THE UNDERGROUND by THOMAS MCGRATH GLACIER by ALVIN DAVID GREENBERG ICE SHALL COVER NINEVEH by KENNETH REXROTH APPLES FALLING by LOUISE TOWNSEND NICHOLL |
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