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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAGNIFICENT CRY, by HELEN BRYANT First Line: While craven cynics croak their sour despair Last Line: And never reaching even the nearest stars. | |||
While craven cynics croak their sour despair Divine despair is fighting in Madrid. Icarian heroes ride the blazing air Of Cordova and fair Valladolid. To keep the sun of freedom in their sky Arrested at its high refulgent noon Even the children fall, and young men die Or gasp their lungless anguish to the moon. The long Atlantic, ever on the march, Coils on the cliff that thrusts against the sea, While tiny man, under his turquoise arch Mouths the magnificent cry of liberty So briefly uttered through a million wars And never reaching even the nearest stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARK LOVELY FRUIT by HELEN BRYANT NAME FOR GRIEF by HELEN BRYANT THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE |
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