Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TREADMILL, by HARRY ELMORE HURD First Line: The treadmill turns - the fruiting season swings Last Line: And death the prelude to life just begun. Subject(s): Future Life; Treadmills; Retribution; Eternity; After Life | ||||||||
The treadmill turns -- the fruiting season swings To starry winter, then to April bloom. Refreshed by sleep, the healthy toiler sings Creation's song: the clatter of time's loom Is music to his ears: the whir of wheels Delights his heart for they are serving him With unfatiguing strength. Joyous, man feels The universe surge through his pulse and limb -- His arc is circumscribed, yet broad enough To oscillate between the earth and stars. A lesser god, man moulds life's primal stuff To his desire: when he goes down, his scars Become insignia of battles won And death the prelude to life just begun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IKON: THE HARROWING OF HELL by DENISE LEVERTOV LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE AFTERLIFE: LETTER TO STEPHEN DOBYNS 3 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AFTERLIFE: LETTER TO STEPHEN DOBYNS: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AFTERLIFE: LETTER TO STEPHEN DOBYNS: 2 by HAYDEN CARRUTH WRITING IN THE AFTERLIFE by BILLY COLLINS |
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