Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SHRINE, by STEWART MITCHELL First Line: Think in what fashion this one man would rise Last Line: To come up calm from knowledge of its night. Subject(s): Shrines | ||||||||
Think in what fashion this one man would rise From cold dust, coffined up against decay, To find his solitary place a way For stupid feet and trivial, staring eyes. These noisy rooks in blue, white-clouded skies Would have recalled for him all rapt delay Pleasure occasions death -- and judgment day; His second choice was silence, where he lies. Seas were not made to swim in: shallow streams Flowing through shadow, dappled with dim light, These be our playgrounds, as the deep sea teems Menacing, sullen shapes that haunt the sight -- Now and again divers dive down for dreams To come up calm from knowledge of its night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET FROM JAPAN: 2. THE SHRINE OF THE PILGRIM SANDALS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THE DESERTED SHRINE by GLADYS CROMWELL THE SHRINE by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN ON THE MARIEN CAPELLE, CARLSBAD by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON SEEN ON A WAR-SHRINE IN PENNSYLVANIA by E. M. GREEVES-CARPENTER SHRINE AND SPIRIT by HARRIET OLDS HENDERSON THE BUSY HEART by RUPERT BROOKE |
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