Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CUATRO-CENTENNIAL, by ROLF SOMMER NIELSEN First Line: Coronado, this land was old Last Line: And dry and rot and go to dust. Subject(s): Coronado, Francisco Vasquez De (1510-54); Explorers; Exploring; Discovery; Discoverers | ||||||||
Coronado, this land was old When you first plowed the soil with lance. Yes, it was old, but you made it young, For age is not judged by the time that flees But by the deeds and progress done. Here there are no pinnacles of high hope in hundred-story buildings; Therefore, this is not a modern land -- But it is not old. No glowing tale of conquests made had reached your ears these many years before, No glowing tale of labor's might today. This land is not new; it is not old. It is the time that stands between and is not time; It has a youthful strength and aged sagacity. Four hundred years have passed and still the winds sweep and burn, The cactus is as sharp and the Indian paint-brush as red; The bones still whiten in the sun And dry and rot and go to dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHACKLETON by MADELINE DEFREES AMERICA IS HARD TO SEE by ROBERT FROST CONCERNING THE RIGHT TO LIFE by JORIE GRAHAM THE HEAD ON THE TABLE by JOHN HAINES PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 1 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 2 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 3 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 4 by SIDNEY LANIER THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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