Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 17. SAINT BRENDAN, by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. First Line: In simple days before the gods were old Last Line: Upon the burnished edges of the air. Subject(s): Brendan, Saint (484-578); Great Britain - History; Brendan Of Clonfert; Brandan, Saint; Brandon, Saint; Brennainn, Saint; Brendan The Voyager; English History | ||||||||
In simple days before the gods were old A bishop left the warring forest bands, And on the beach there grew beneath his hands A silver coracle with oars of gold; It bore him where the sea and sky enfold Long dewy marges of the moon-white lands, A mist of stars around those dreaming strands Lifted a moment that he might behold. Then swifter than the wind a shaft of fire Fled from the quivering bow-strings of his heart, To find the ever-hidden entrance there; And now in answer to a saint's desire The island waits, held by that flaming dart, Upon the burnished edges of the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF DEGREES by GEOFFREY HILL CHURCHILL'S FUNERAL by GEOFFREY HILL CONCERNING INHERITANCE by GEOFFREY HILL DARK-LAND (1) by GEOFFREY HILL DARK-LAND (2) by GEOFFREY HILL DARK-LAND (3) by GEOFFREY HILL SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. |
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