Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPHINX, by CLINTON SCOLLARD Poet's Biography First Line: Couchant upon the illimitable sand Last Line: Inscrutable as is the face of death! Subject(s): Egypt; History; Monuments; Sphinx; Historians | ||||||||
COUCHANT upon the illimitable sand, Like some huge Libyan lion, human-faced, The solemn march of centuries thou hast traced With brooding eyes that seem to understand The secrets of the ages, -- whose the hand That rolls the stars along the ethereal waste, And for what purpose suffering man is placed Upon this orb, to be or blessed or banned. In elder years did suppliants bend the knee Before thine awful presence reverently, Beseeching answer with adoring breath; Yet wert thou mute, as thou wilt ever be, Enigma, like our mortal destiny, Inscrutable as is the face of death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRITISH COUNTRYSIDE IN PICTURES by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE by JOHN ASHBERY INITIAL CONDITIONS by MARVIN BELL THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN THE EROTICS OF HISTORY by EAVAN BOLAND THEM AND US by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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