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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNDER A GARDEN STONE, by CLARA HYDE
First Line: Blue light and rancid slate is this strange soil
Last Line: That nothing but a garden stone can hold.
Subject(s): Stones; Granite; Rocks
First Line: Blue light and rancid slate is this strange soil
Last Line: That nothing but a garden stone can hold.
Subject(s): Stones; Granite; Rocks
Blue light and rancid slate is this strange soil
Where pigmied valleys trace their cribbled way
Along alluvian rims where ant eggs lay
Intaglio. Here lambent blood worms coil
And silver slugs with what symmetric toil
Escape the summer sun's relentless ray;
Red-eyed and tentacled, what queer shapes flay
The light of day, till secret terrors foil
The curious hand. Down falls the lifted stone
Precipitate; and yet not swift enough
To stay the silent flight of glowing mould --
The fabric of another world undone,
Fashioned of fragile, jewelled, fire drake stuff,
That nothing but a garden stone can hold.
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