The earth has whirled its little men around the sun, And you are here again, oh sanguine star, Filling my cauldron heart with your flame afar, Though my soul stands ashamed at things not done, Since last you rode in the August sky, Hot and blood red in the August sky. Do you know that man dreams till his life is done, And fires his heart with a brand from your fire, While he watches his day ravel out with desire? Oh, I could tell you, Antares, of such a one, And show you the cauldron heart of him, Hot and blood red is the heart of him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL |