Trumbull Stickney Light Poems

  • 1.
    There lies a somnolent lake
    Under a noiseless sky,
    Where never the mornings break
    Nor the evenings die.
    ...
  • 2.
    How strange that here is nothing as it was!
    The sward is young and new,
    The sod there shapes a different mass,
    The random trees stand other than I knew.
    ...
  • 3.
    Alone on Lykaion since man hath been
    Stand on the height two columns, where at rest
    Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East
    Forever; and the sun goes down between.
    ...
  • 4.
    Now burst above the city's cold twilight
    The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
    For day is done. Along the frozen docks
    The workmen set their ragged shirts aright.
    ...
  • 5.
    Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
    That over Persian roses flew to kiss
    The curlèd lashes of Semiramis.
    Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
    ...
  • 6.
    By such an all-embalming summer day
    As sweetens now among the mountain pines
    Down to the cornland yonder and the vines,
    To where the sky and sea are mixed in gray,
    ...
  • 7.
    That day her eyes were deep as night.
    She had the motion of the rose,
    The bird that veers across the light,
    The waterfall that leaps and throws
    ...
  • 8.
    Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
    Who was the Future, died full long ago.
    Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go,
    Poor child, and be not to thyself abhorred.
    ...
  • 9.
    Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
    That over Persian roses flew to kiss
    The curlèd lashes of Semiramis.
    Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
    ...
Total 9 Light Poems by Trumbull Stickney

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