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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALYPSO, by ARTHUR STANLEY WHEELER First Line: High on a crag above the restless sea Last Line: And ah, the ceaseless beating of the waves! Subject(s): Calypso (mythology); Yale University | |||
HIGH on a crag above the restless sea In weary woe Calypso waiting stands, Forever stretching out her long thin hands, A mute embodiment of agony. The last light fails, the wet winds rise, but she Hopes on, with haggard eyes like burning brands Searing the darkness, while the loosened strands Of all her wondrous hair float wildly free. Forgotten are the dreams of other days, Her soul is flame, her parted lips are dry. The languorous noonings in the dark cool caves Were centuries ago. How long he stays! Her fate is fixed, a goddess cannot die, And ah, the ceaseless beating of the waves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LINE MEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NAUSICAA by ARTHUR STANLEY WHEELER |
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