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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTAVES: 18, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Something as one with eyes that look below
Last Line: Nor wavers; but the world shakes and we shriek.
Subject(s): War
First Line: Something as one with eyes that look below
Last Line: Nor wavers; but the world shakes and we shriek.
Subject(s): War
Like a white wall whereon forever breaks
Unsatisfied the tumult of green seas,
Man's unconjectured godliness rebukes
With its imperial silence the lost waves
Of insufficient grief. This mortal surge
That beats against us now is nothing else
Than plangent ignorance. Truth neither shakes
Nor wavers; but the world shakes and we shriek.
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