THIS classic night was made for men Like Dante. This awful silence beats More bronze to epic thoughts than weak, Glad men can hear. The cold moon heats Strong hearts and sends big hands to cut A beauty from a starless sky Of grey. This night was made for men Who love to watch the Present die In bearing memories of great Eternal things. The shadowy lyre Of wind could rock the moon with song. Cold sky might blaze in words of fire. This classic night was made for men Like Dante. . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE GAME OF CHESS by EZRA POUND UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG |