Gipsy Night And Other Poems
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42 Broad as the hill 's broad, Rough as the world 's rough, too : Long as the Age is long, Ancient and true, Swinging, and broad, and long : Craggy, strong.
Gods sit like milestones On the edge of the Road, by the Moonls sill ; Man has feet, feet that swing, pound the high hill Above and above, until He stumble and widely spill His dusty bones.
Round twists old Earth, and round . . . Stillness not yet found.
43 The Sermon (Vales, 1920) Like gripe stick Still I sit: Eyes fixed on far small eyes,... Full of it: On the old, broad race, The hung chin ; Heavy arms, surplice Worn through and worn thin.
Probe I the hid mind Under the gross flesh: Clutch at poetic words, Follow their mesh Scarce heaving breath.
Clutch, marvel, wonder, Till the words end.
Stilled is the muttered thunder: The hard, few people wake, Gather their books and go ... Whether their hearts could break How can I know?
44 The Rolling Saint Under the crags of Teiriwch, The door-sills of the Sun, Where God has left the bony earth Just as it was begun; Where clouds sail past like argosies Breasting the crested hills With mainsail and foretopsail That the thin breeze fills; With ballast of round thunder, And anchored with the rain ; With a long shadow sounding The deep, far plain : Where rocks are broken playthings By petulant gods hurled, And Heaven sits a-straddle The roof-ridge of the World : Under the crags of Teiriwch Is a round pile of stones, Large stones, small stones, White as old bones; Some from high places Or from the lake's shore; 45 And every man that passes Adds one more The years it has been growing Verge on t hundred score.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
42 Broad as the hill 's broad, Rough as the world 's rough, too : Long as the Age is long, Ancient and true, Swinging, and broad, and long : Craggy, strong.
Gods sit like milestones On the edge of the Road, by the Moonls sill ; Man has feet, feet that swing, pound the high hill Above and above, until He stumble and widely spill His dusty bones.
Round twists old Earth, and round . . . Stillness not yet found.
43 The Sermon (Vales, 1920) Like gripe stick Still I sit: Eyes fixed on far small eyes,... Full of it: On the old, broad race, The hung chin ; Heavy arms, surplice Worn through and worn thin.
Probe I the hid mind Under the gross flesh: Clutch at poetic words, Follow their mesh Scarce heaving breath.
Clutch, marvel, wonder, Till the words end.
Stilled is the muttered thunder: The hard, few people wake, Gather their books and go ... Whether their hearts could break How can I know?
44 The Rolling Saint Under the crags of Teiriwch, The door-sills of the Sun, Where God has left the bony earth Just as it was begun; Where clouds sail past like argosies Breasting the crested hills With mainsail and foretopsail That the thin breeze fills; With ballast of round thunder, And anchored with the rain ; With a long shadow sounding The deep, far plain : Where rocks are broken playthings By petulant gods hurled, And Heaven sits a-straddle The roof-ridge of the World : Under the crags of Teiriwch Is a round pile of stones, Large stones, small stones, White as old bones; Some from high places Or from the lake's shore; 45 And every man that passes Adds one more The years it has been growing Verge on t hundred score.
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You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Richard Arthur Warren Hughes to read onlineMoreLess
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