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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST OUT OF STONE, by VERNE BRIGHT First Line: They had a feud with stone: stone was a foe Last Line: They lie with stone, triumphant, on their heart. | |||
They had a feud with stone: stone was a foe To test their manhood's strength; day after day They waged a flinty warfare, wresting gray And meager tilth from acres where the flow Of ice had sown a grain of boulders; slow Their tillage grew to fields, their fields to gay And bannered harvests. But stone has a way Of growing walls to thwart the lustiest blow. Caught in the ruthless battle, stone by stone They broke the years to brittle planet dust With grim Antaean might; with dauntless thrust They scourged the land till thinning flesh and bone Sank to a slow defeat... Now, low, apart They lie with stone, triumphant, on their heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR OLD MEN by VERNE BRIGHT LAMENT FOR PIONEERS by VERNE BRIGHT ONLY THE HEART IS HAUNTED by VERNE BRIGHT BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN VOID IN LAW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NOW COMES THE NIGHT by HERBERT GERHARD BRUNCKEN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I HEARD A VOICE by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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