Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTOCHTHON, by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS Poet's Biography First Line: I am the spirit astir Last Line: The foreknowledge veiled in our face. Subject(s): Nature | ||||||||
I AM the spirit astir To swell the grain, When fruitful suns confer With laboring rain; I am the life that thrills In branch and bloom; I am the patience of abiding hills, The promise masked in doom. When the sombre lands are wrung, And storms are out, And giant woods give tongue, I am the shout; And when the earth would sleep, Wrapped in her snows, I am the infinite gleam of eyes that keep The post of her repose. I am the hush of calm, I am the speed, The flood-tide's triumphing psalm, The marsh-pool's heed; I work in the rocking roar Where cataracts fall; I flash in the prismy fire that dances o'er The dew's ephemeral ball. I am the voice of wind And wave and tree, Of stern desires and blind, Of strength to be; I am the cry by night At point of dawn, The summoning bugle from the unseen height, In cloud and doubt withdrawn. I am the strife that shapes The stature of man, The pang no hero escapes, The blessing, the ban; I am the hammer that moulds The iron of our race, The omen of God in our blood that a people beholds, The foreknowledge veiled in our face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS |
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