Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM LIPS OF STONE, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Poet's Biography First Line: Amid a waste and solitary field Last Line: "could never melt, nor yet thine anger break?" | ||||||||
A MID a waste and solitary field, Upon the twilight boundary of the day, Upspake the timeless flintstone huge and gray: "Why should my counsel be forever sealed? To thee an ancient truth shall be revealed -- To thee, a wavering mortal, brief of stay: -- Something of kin, -- thou piece of passioned clay, Art thou and I, whom passion ne'er did wield; For, lo! did not Deucalion at the flood Behind him fling us stones -- and men we grew? With limbs we moved abroad, with lips we spake! And hast not thou, with grief, seen flesh-and-blood Become to thee as stones, that Pity's dew Could never melt, nor yet thine anger break?" | Other Poems of Interest...INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHANT OF THE FOUGHT FIELD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHRISTOPHER OF THE SHENANDOAH by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A DREAM TEMPLE; NEW YORK CITY by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A FAR CRY TO HEAVEN by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A LITTLE BOY'S VAIN REGRET by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |
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