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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT POMPEII, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: In sunless depths of old pompeian halls Last Line: To naught would fall the shapes of sainted dread. Subject(s): Pompeii, Italy | |||
In sunless depths of old Pompeian halls, In pose of life among the pictured walls Were human bodies found, unchanged in mold Since Grace was shocked to stillness, meeting Death. A ray, a motion of the new life's breath,— To dust they fell, a heap of ashes cold. Within our hearts are secret crypts which hide Grief-forms unchanged through years. They still abide As things of life, these hopes and dreams long dead. If but to-day's sharp lights were bravely thrown Upon those figures time-enshrined and lone, To naught would fall the shapes of sainted dread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN NARCISSUS: A POMPEIIAN BRONZE by VYACHESLAV IVANOVICH IVANOV AT POMPEII by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER POMPEII by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY VOLCANOES by BELLA AKHMADULINA BACK HOME IN POMPEII by JOHN CIARDI ON FIRST LOOKING INTO MICHAEL GRANT'S CITIES OF VESUVIUS by GAVIN EWART |
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