Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROCKS, by NATALIE M. HANCOCK First Line: Rocks - hoary with age - bearded with barnacles - crouching low Last Line: Is it the music of god, turning life's pages? Subject(s): Sea; Stones; Tides; Ocean; Granite; Rocks | ||||||||
Rockshoary with agebearded with barnaclescrouching low What have you seen in the ebb and the flow Of the tireless sea, aeons ago? Who tossed you high above the reach of the tide, And bade you abide Patiently waiting? Waves saucily tease your ancient toes And leap upon your conquering shoulders That have breasted the storm's merciless blows Swift currents swirling, Ceaselessly whirling Against your moveless granite boulders. Rocksmute and imponderableon your weed-encrusted side Strange forms of the sea Cling uncertainly. Scuttling crabs in your shelter hide Even I, upon your great lap Feel your strength wrap Me with comforting warmthclose do you hold me, Hard though your surface, I let you enfold me Drowsily yielding, I hear the refrain, Clearly and plain Of wind ripples, wave rushes Sea-splashingsnight hushes The systole and dystole of countless ages. Is it the music of God, turning life's pages? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONE'S SECRET by MARGARET AVISON CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH OF THE STONES OF THE PLACE by ROBERT FROST THE EYE IN THE ROCK by JOHN HAINES THE HEAD ON THE TABLE by JOHN HAINES A CRY FROM THE CITY by NATALIE M. HANCOCK |
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