Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTAVES: 19, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We lack the courage to be where we are Last Line: On anvils, in the gleaming of god's forge. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | ||||||||
Nor jewelled phrase nor mere mellifluous rhyme Reverberates aright, or ever shall, One cadence of that infinite plain-song Which is itself all music. Stronger notes Than any that have ever touched the world Must ring to tell it -- ring like hammer-blows, Right-echoed of a chime primordial, On anvils, in the gleaming of God's forge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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