Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EARTH-CHILD, by GERALD LOUIS GOULD Poet's Biography First Line: Out of the veins of the world comes the blood of men Last Line: For my dreams are one with my body, yea, one with the world. Subject(s): Earth; World | ||||||||
OUT of the veins of the world comes the blood of me; The heart that beats in my side is the heart of the sea; The hills have known me of old, and they do not forget; Long ago was I friends with the wind; I am friends with it yet. The hills are grey, they are strange; they breed desire Of a tune that the feet may march to and not tire; For always up in the distance the thin roads wind, And passing out of sight, they pass not out of mind. I am glad when morning and evening alter the skies; There speaks no voice of the stars but my voice replies; When wave on wave all night cries out in its need, I listen, I understand; my heart takes heed. Out of the red-brown earth, out of the grey-brown streams, Came this perilous body, cage of perilous dreams; To the ends of all waters and lands they are tossed, they are whirled, For my dreams are one with my body, yea, one with the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN BALANCE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS GEOMETAPHYSICS by MARGARET AVISON NIAGARA by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN I SEE CHILE IN MY REARVIEW MIRROR by AGHA SHAHID ALI WASHING OUR HANDS OF THE REST OF AMERICA by MARVIN BELL THE EARTH IS A LIVING THING by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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