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 | ||||||||
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. | 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 |
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