Throned on the west this naked patriarch; His snowy locks down streaming; meditates Among the windy stars as lesser pates Of brother summits bow to him. The stark Far crawling plains lie at his feet and mark Their homage with red shrines; by men named "Gates To gardens of the gods." In cloud he waits Jehovah-like, above the ruddy park. That old blanched head remembers when the young Earth mother lifted him from chaos. He Recalls how waters once around him flung Proud scintillating arms triumphantly And scorns these suppliant lands: whose age is wrung With longing for his errant bride, the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS QUI S'EXCUSE S'ACCUSE by MARIANNE MOORE A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN |