Daughter of Venus and of Mars am I And Neptune's god-child; I can skim the sea, Dipping my wings into the curled foam Like the gray sea gull with impunity, -- And I can ride the air as frigate birds The tropic storm, I breast the rushing gale Exultantly with strong and steady strokes That never fail. Ocean and sky are both my heritage: Do you not hear their blended music beat As wires and struts and braces change in flight To strumming harp-strings terrible and sweet, Booming of breakers on a lonely shore, Roaring of winds unleashed the clouds to race -- I play the grand triumphal march of man, The conqueror of space. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD |