Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NORTH CAPE, by LOUIS L'AMOUR Poet's Biography First Line: A hollow hand of hills that clutches dawn Last Line: To fierceness and to fury here ... And cold. Subject(s): Cold | ||||||||
A hollow hand of hills that clutches dawn Close in their impotent grasp, as fading slow The shadows slip away before the day And leave the sun behind; its filtered glow Can leave no warmth on slopes so sparsely clad, But sickly lies among the brown blades there Helpless against this cold, impassive earth; Even the stones are numb and stubborn here -- Even the dust lies flat against the road -- Even the streams to immobility Are chilled to frozen pathways here, no joy Of water whispering to the stones, but stark And sullen silence down these empty hills. Even the wings of Death avoid this place, Avoid these barren fields, for Death itself Must nestle to the warmth of life and youth, And nothing dies where nothing lives. These men Wither away and fall, but do not die; They age, but not with years, they die but not With death, but with the chill of things outworn. No youth is here, for these are born to age; Even the summer sun is haunted here With chilled and doubting glow -- then fades away. And what to these can mean the Renaissance, The fire that flamed in Florence and gave birth To Angelo, Leonardo, and their dreams? These fires are frozen here, and numb with cold -- The unresponding hills, gray seas, gray earth, Gray clouded skies -- no warmth of blues or greens; Even the passions here are cold and dull. That Athens was, that Plato dreamed, that Poe Had haunted nights with hunger from his heart Or Byron sang of love -- what mean these things To these? This is the land of Thor, but not Of Aphrodite -- no Pan could be conceived Upon these sleeping slopes or in these thoughts. For there is only strength, and hard hands formed To fierceness and to fury here ... and cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER LOSS TO STOP FOR by JILL BIALOSKY IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON AT THE DEATH OF A MONGOLIAN PEASANT by NORMAN DUBIE MEISTER ECKHART by NORMAN DUBIE THOMAS MERTON AND THE WINTER MARSH by NORMAN DUBIE COMING SOON by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE |
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