From the ice-choked throat of the Northern Pole, the Americas dangle like dual pendants, uneasily swaying. The breast of the world is heaving in troubled respiration. To the right, the taut fingers of Europe Tap ... rub-a-dub ... on a table ... (No toasts are drunk at Geneva!) To the left, dinosaurian Asia is restless in pregnancy ... where shall the lay her young? To the right, the sabers of Europe are phobiously whetted for the masters of men or the mastered neighbors... and the scars on the bellies of Europe are itching for the vermin of hate gnaw upon them. To the left, dinosaurian Asia wades, mumbling out in the ocean and gropes in the fog of her fathers. And the twin pendants: the thin-linked Americas, dangling, uneasily swaying, losing their luster ... dull with cupidity's canker. O, ice-choked throat of the Northern Pole with your pendant Americas dangling, shall the twitching talons of Europe claw from your throat your locket? Shall the bulge of Asia cloak it in fog? Shall the canker eat at your locket until the jewels have fallen like the fabled isles of Atlantis to rest in the caves of your ocean? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |