Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HILL-BORN, by ABBIE HUSTON EVANS First Line: Back to this mould, this matrix whence I came Last Line: Packed in the star-like crevice of a rock. Subject(s): World War I; First World War | ||||||||
Back to this mould, this matrix whence I came, I come again. -- Like solder where it spills, My being hardened in among these hills When God took off my metal from the flame And poured me out like silver: presently, My outline fixed forever, I was I, Stamped by this rocky corner like a die, Shaped by these five hills and this edge of sea. Oh, strange how hills and man's heart interlock Inveterately -- how rock can bestow Its contour on his spirit quick within! Yet so it is: hill-men have always been Like nuggets fashioned by their chinks, or snow Packed in the star-like crevice of a rock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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