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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SOUL STITHY, by JAMES CHAPMAN WOODS First Line: My soul, asleep between its body-throes Last Line: And still the stithy-hammers rose and fell. | |||
MY soul, asleep between its body-throes, Mid leagues of darkness watch'd a furnace glare, And breastless arms that wrought laborious there, -- Power without plan, wherefrom no purpose grows, -- Welding white metal on a forge with blows, Whence stream'd the singing sparks like flaming hair, Which whirling gusts ever abroad would bear: And still the stithy hammers fell and rose. And then I knew those sparks were souls of men, And watch'd them driven like starlets down the wind. A myriad died and left no trace to tell; An hour like will-o'-the-wisps some lit the fen; Now one would leave a trail of fire behind: And still the stithy-hammers rose and fell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD'S DEATH-NIGHT by JAMES CHAPMAN WOODS I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN UNCLE AN' AUNT by WILLIAM BARNES SINGING FAITH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE THREE BLACK CROWS; SPOKEN AT THE FREE GRAMMAR SCHOOL IN MANCHESTER by JOHN BYROM OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 30 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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