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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STREAMLINED, by MARY D. WALLACE First Line: On wind-swept canyon heights squat junipers Last Line: Victors still! | |||
On wind-swept canyon heights squat junipers Lean from the rim, Gnarled ancient ones with twisted limbs, heads bowed And root-hold grim. The saga of a thousand years of storms Is in the sweep Of ribboned arms and straining roots, In granite muscled deep To block the one-way traffic of the winds Whose swish and zing Demand and give no edge of mercy To a living thing, Cyclonic winds whose fury these defied In bitter fight And, matching will to will, though dying, Have survived each night To greet the latest dawning, warming Every blue-clad hill, And smiled -- like old faces touched By death's long morning -- Victors still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN COMPENSATION by MARION L. BERTRAND PORCELAIN VASE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND BLISS CARMAN by BERTON BRALEY EPILOGUE: HURLO-THRUMBO; A PLAY BY SAMUEL JOHNSON by JOHN BYROM |
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