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11. Continent's End, by Robinson Jeffers
Tue Mar 10, 2015, 01:59 AM
Mar 2015
At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain,
wreathed with wet poppies, waiting spring,
The ocean swelled for a far storm and beat its boundary,
the ground-swell shook the beds of granite.

I gazing at the boundaries of granite and spray,
the established sea-marks, felt behind me
Mountain and plain, the immense breadth of the continent,
before me the mass and double stretch of water.

I said: You yoke the Aleutian seal-rocks with the lava
and coral sowings that flower the south,
Over your flood the life that sought the sunrise faces ours
that has followed the evening star.

The long migrations meet across you and it is nothing to you,
you have forgotten us, mother.
You were much younger when we crawled out of the womb
and lay in the sun’s eye on the tideline.

It was long and long ago; we have grown proud since then
and you have grown bitter; life retains
Your mobile soft unquiet strength; and envies hardness,
the insolent quietness of stone.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars,
life is your child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye
that watched before there was an ocean.

That watched you fill your beds out of the condensation
of thin vapor and watched you change them,
That saw you soft and violent wear your boundaries down,
eat rock, shift places with the continents.

Mother, though my song’s measure is like your
surf-beat’s ancient rhythm I never learned it of you.
Before there was any water there were tides of fire,
both our tones flow from the older fountain.

I like that one too. I never knew the name of it. femmocrat Feb 2015 #1
Harlem by Langston Hughes NewJeffCT Feb 2015 #2
Walt Whitman: "When I heard at the close of the day' Rowdyboy Feb 2015 #3
Victor Hugo - Apres La Bataille (After The Battle) aint_no_life_nowhere Feb 2015 #4
Ah, I like that malthaussen Feb 2015 #8
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost elleng Feb 2015 #5
Yes. That is a classic. applegrove Feb 2015 #6
Well, my favorite poems are my own compositions... malthaussen Feb 2015 #7
You beat me to it! The Second Coming is probably my favorite The Velveteen Ocelot Mar 2015 #16
dedicated to Rowdyboy Skittles Mar 2015 #9
. countryjake Mar 2015 #10
Thank you. femmocrat Mar 2015 #15
Continent's End, by Robinson Jeffers petronius Mar 2015 #11
Prometheus Unbound (Shelley) HeiressofBickworth Mar 2015 #12
My House by Lou Reed lovemydog Mar 2015 #13
anyone lived in a pretty how town (e e cummings) struggle4progress Mar 2015 #14
Ozymandias by Shelley Chellee Mar 2015 #17
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