Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHERE THE DEMONS GRIN, by JAMES STEPHENS Poet's Biography First Line: The hill was low, it stretched away Last Line: Jab-jabbered as the old man fell. | ||||||||
The hill was low, it stretched away A straggling mile of grass to where The sea was stamping; tossing spray Beyond its bulwarks black and bare; A sullen sea of gray! Ah me! It was so desolate! And sadder for the sea-bird's cry Thrillingly thin! There seemed a weight Brooding, as if the leaden sky Hung heavier for hate! The grasses jerked, as they were stung By vicious winds! A daisy's head Crouched in a tuft, till it was flung From its uneasy, troubled bed, And tossed the waves among. A bent old man was climbing slow, With weary step and plodding pace, That savage hill; and wild did blow A bitter wind in headlong race, Harsh from the sea below. And all the woeful things he said! Ah me, the twitching of his lips! Of hungry children craving bread! And fortune's sideward slips! And how his wife was dead! He held a rope; and as he trod, Pressing against the furious wind, He muttered low and sneered at God, And said He sure was deaf or blind, Or lazing on the sod! And what was done I will not tell. There is a bent tree on the top Of that low hill, there you can see The sequel to this mystery... Beneath the moon ... I dared not stop.... My God! -- a demon up from hell Jab-jabbered as the old man fell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS THE GOAT PATHS by JAMES STEPHENS |
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