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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRANCE, by HERBERT S. GORMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Where the east indian sits Last Line: In cataleptic trance. Subject(s): Trances | |||
Where the East Indian sits In cataleptic trance The twisting hours go Like cobras in a dance. They shake their swollen heads From side to side; He sits indifferent To time and tide. The sun gleams coldly down Upon the eyes That, blank and sightless, stare Through years and skies. The crumbling stars drift down; The mountains fret away; Iron and bronze and gold Turn brittle and decay. Day holds the Night in fee Till Night obliterate Colour and scent and sound And mortal state. And Mystery begets A shining place of peace, A vague unruffled pool Where ripples cease. The twisting hours go Like cobras in a dance Where the East Indian sits In cataleptic trance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIRL FRIEND POEM: 6 by CAROLYN D. WRIGHT LESE-MAJESTE by HERBERT S. GORMAN MARCH-PATROL OF THE NAKED HEROES by HERBERT S. GORMAN THE BURNING BUSH by HERBERT S. GORMAN THE LAST FIRE by HERBERT S. GORMAN THE LOST HEART by HERBERT S. GORMAN THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI by JOHN KEATS |
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