NOW Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, With not her either beauty's equal or Her injury's, looks off by both horns of shore, Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon's food. Time past she has been attempted and pursued By many blows and banes; but now hears roar A wilder beast from West than all were, more Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd. Her Perseus linger and leave her to her extremes? -- Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems, All while her patience, morselled into pangs, Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams, With Gorgon's gear and barebill, thongs and fangs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN |