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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MASTER BLACKSMITH, by ARNOLD ANDREWS First Line: He beats us out upon the anvil of the days Last Line: To temper in some surer, sterner way. Subject(s): Blacksmiths; God | |||
He beats us out upon the anvil of the days And tempers us in strange and secret ways. He heats us in the passions and the joys And happiness of lifesuch fire employs; Then cools us in the sorrow and the pain Heats us, and coolsthen cools us once again; Till, if the iron be good, He makes us men, Or if the iron be poor, He scraps us then Perchance to try again another day To temper in some surer, sterner way. | 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 WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON |
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