Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHITE BONE, by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY Poet's Biography First Line: When first I saw the city lone Last Line: With the white bone. Subject(s): Cities; Civilization; Deserts; Food & Eating; Hallucinations And Illusions; Urban Life | ||||||||
WHEN first I saw the city lone Lift on the blue its burial-stone, "Look," said I, "where the desert's bone Gleams in its mouth!" The bleached light across the plain Stamped the grim image on my brain, Of bones that trail the camel-train In burning drougth. Alone that skeleton city stands, By none remembered, in lost lands, And miles about are blown the sands Like a red sea; And in the night the stars that lean Over that spectreless pale scene, Shudder at what there once had been Man's memory. 'Tis strange how such a fancied thing Will shape and stain our visioning. I saw the beast's fawn-stripes en-ring The preying mouth; And when I lay at night alone, I seemed myself that ruin shown, Gnawed by the sands, like a white bone In the red south. The wrecks of eld in me were met; A million suns had on me set; The wild sand heaped the parapet, Ribbed in long bars; There sat my soul, with time o'er-grown, And saw on heaven's wide prospect thrown, The orb that bears the death-white bone Among the stars. What longings shook me for my youth Still unimpregnated with truth, Unpacked, brain-deep, with mental ruth, From old time free! To have once more my soul my own, That was of God the monotone, When I was young, ere I was grown Man's soul to be! Then the Wraith spoke within me: "Who Shall tell my age? arisen anew, Out of antiquity I drew A subtle thing; Borne flaming from my backward wake, New exhalations from me flake, And the past glories upward take The Eternal Wing." But often when the Wraith is dumb, That Incubus will on me come, And hoarse I hear my heart-beats drum, Awake, alone; And aye it is a fearsome sight, When flashes on me in the night The image of the beast bedight With the white bone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: ENTERING THE CITY WITH BLISS-BESTOWING HANDS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL MY DIAMOND STUD by ALICE FULTON AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |
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