Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROUNDHOUSE, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Rembrandt alone could paint this mammoth shed Last Line: Bound by a schedule to the clamoring hour! Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains | ||||||||
Rembrandt alone could paint this mammoth shed Filled with weird hissing like some hydra's lair, Where thick smoke eddies through the sunless air And webs of steel curve upward overhead. These floors run burning oils. These fires are fed From pits of Tartarus. Against the glare High-shouldered, coal-black gryphons crouch and stare. Their heavy panting wakes a sense of dread. Yet stranger far, the human ants in hordes Who swarm like imps in some infernal masque, Seeming to guide each awful shape of power As th' elemental spirits' potent lords, -- Yet only toiling at their common task, Bound by a schedule to the clamoring hour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHAT WE DID TO WHAT WE WERE by PHILIP LEVINE BURYING GROUND BY THE TIES by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WAY-STATION by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWILIGHT TRAIN by EILEEN MYLES THE CAVEMAN ON THE TRAIN by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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