How tame has earth become Under man's heavy thumb! Earth that leaped out of space, With darkness on its face, With cloudy terrible night Upon it—and no light. How tame, how trampled down Is earth with field and town! How low the waters sing, Under the prow and wing; Under the many feet, The ways lie pleasant, sweet. As if there had not flowed Black chaos in earth's blood; Torment and hurricane In every root and vein; And in her heart, no less, The thirst of emptiness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER (DEDICATED TO MISS ELLA F. KENNEDY) by SARA S. BASHEFKIN THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |