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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOON, by ROBINSON JEFFERS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The pure air trembles, o pitiless god Last Line: Full of the god, having drunk fire. Subject(s): God | |||
THE pure air trembles, O pitiless God, The air aches with flame on these gaunt rocks Over the flat sea's face, the forest Shakes in gales of piercing light. But the altars are behind and higher Where the great hills raise naked heads, Pale agonists in the reverberance Of the pure air and the pitiless God. On the domed skull of every hill Who stand blazing with spread vans, The arms uplifted, the eyes in ecstasy? What wine has the God drunk, to sing Violently in heaven, what wine his worshipers Whose silence blazes? The light that is over Light, the terror of noon, the eyes That the eagles die at, have thrown down Me and my pride, here I lie naked In a hollow of the shadowless rocks, Full of the God, having drunk fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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