Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAND HILLS, by HENRY BELLAMANN Poet's Biography First Line: The world is spread with rough grained silk Last Line: Flecked by the dim fire of giant stars. Subject(s): Old Age; Silk | ||||||||
The world is spread with rough grained silk, crumpled a little where the sky indents it and cuts off the view. The very old gods, long since tired of northern lights and seas too jeweled and snows too glittering, -- tired, too, of men, -- the very old gods come here in the late evening to sit quietly on the warm gray silk and rest their eyes with milky opal tints and the smoky blue flecked by the dim fire of giant stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by ROBERT HERRICK HISTORY OF SILK by GARY FINCKE RESTORED SILK MILL APARTMENT by GLEN MAZIS SONG OF THE VENETIAN SILK-SPINNERS by UNKNOWN CUPS OF ILLUSION by HENRY BELLAMANN |
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