(AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE). My eyes catch ruddy necks Sturdily pressed back -- All a red-brick moving glint. Like flaming pendulums, hands Swing across the khaki -- Mustard-coloured khaki -- To the automatic feet. We husband the ancient glory In these bared necks and hands. Not broke is the forge of Mars; But a subtler brain beats iron To shoe the hoofs of death (Who paws dynamic air now). Blind fingers loose an iron cloud To rain immortal darkness on strong eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |