Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLOCK-HOUSE IN THE PARK, by ARTHUR GUITERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: The north wind storms my rugged front Last Line: May all their wars be such as these! Subject(s): Dreams; New York City - Revolutionary Period; Nightmares | ||||||||
The North Wind storms my rugged front, The ivy scales my southern wall; I never knew the crashing brunt Of musketry or cannon-ball. When armies met in battle-shock, When smoke of navies rolled afar, Men made me strong on living rock; I frowned with guns awaiting war; Awaiting war that never came, A virgin fortress still I stand; But now, unscathed by hostile flame, I guard a gate of Fairyland. For, while my gloomy watch I stood, Unmarked the leafy marvel grew; Behind me spread the mystic wood -- A place of dreams where dreams are true; Where low winds move the tasseled fir, Where lilacs breathe, where brown bees hum, Where old men tell of days that were, Where lovers talk of days to come; Where boyish cohorts, undismayed, Deploy beneath the friendly trees To take my cliffs by escalade. May all their wars be such as these! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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