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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAGNIFICENT CRY, by HELEN BRYANT First Line: While craven cynics croak their sour despair Last Line: And never reaching even the nearest stars. | |||
While craven cynics croak their sour despair Divine despair is fighting in Madrid. Icarian heroes ride the blazing air Of Cordova and fair Valladolid. To keep the sun of freedom in their sky Arrested at its high refulgent noon Even the children fall, and young men die Or gasp their lungless anguish to the moon. The long Atlantic, ever on the march, Coils on the cliff that thrusts against the sea, While tiny man, under his turquoise arch Mouths the magnificent cry of liberty So briefly uttered through a million wars And never reaching even the nearest stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARK LOVELY FRUIT by HELEN BRYANT NAME FOR GRIEF by HELEN BRYANT VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNET TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF MRS. --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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