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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SNAKESKIN, by LIZ BEASLEY First Line: Clouds thin into form: a hawk / pulling a tail of rings-beads Last Line: Remembers what it once held. | |||
Clouds thin into form: a hawk pulling a tail of rings -- beads of an abacus, the mathematics of light -- a lengthening spine, snakeskin no longer inhabited. All day I'm giving a name for what isn't there. Yet somewhere we've left our likeness, the hollow shapes of us. Even though the snake has slipped into the shade, the shed skin, deceptively whole, hidden in the sun-flecked grass, remembers what it once held. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE BURNHAM-BEECHES by HENRY LUTTRELL BUILDING BLOCKS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN TO RODIN'S STATUE OF AN OLD COURTESAN by GERTRUDE CALLAGHAN |
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