Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAIN, by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The afternoon was beautiful Last Line: Only to rub it in. Subject(s): Cain | ||||||||
The afternoon was beautiful, White clouds were on the hill, Until I saw some little boys Entering a mill. And then, I saw but waiting shrouds Where the white clouds had been; I rubbed a blood stain off my hands, Only to rub it in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAR-OFF DAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BRAND OF CAIN by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE RELIGION OF CAIN by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN CAIN AND ABEL by MARY ELIZABETH PEARCE THE UNLIKE CHILDREN OF EVE: HOW GOD THE LORD TALKS TO THEM by HANS SACHS ANCIENT HISTORY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON EVE'S CRADLE-SONG by WALTER SATTERLEE |
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