Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHERE THE DEMONS GRIN, by JAMES STEPHENS



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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.





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