Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BACK TO EARTH, by AGNES I. EASON First Line: I stood on the mountain top Last Line: Grew below! | ||||||||
I stood on the mountain top, With fanfare of trumpet, Blazing was the sunshine On my white armor, Nothing but desolate Space above! I fell from the mountain top, Fell to depths of the valley, Soiled my white armor, Broken my trumpet, But -- exquisite violets Grew below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL OF HATE by AGNES I. EASON SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE THE IDLER'S CALENDAR; MAY: THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE HARVEST by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER EPITAPH ON HOLY WILLIE by ROBERT BURNS |
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