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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TITANS IN CHAOS, by JOHN P. C. MCCARTHY First Line: No equal hath each small eon Last Line: Slowly enchroach these fates. Subject(s): Titans (mythology) | |||
No equal hath each small eon, Each world no ruling power, As silent as these fading men. With potential Titans Prometheus, the earth Filled against long struggles. All men precede their sons; All sons rise from their sires; All progeny evolves. Endowed breeds forget; Endowed breeds admire; These Titans we copy. Generations unborn, By their adverse goal won, Struggle on encouraged. From Appalachia On to Cascadia, In short jerks they conquer. Some talents lie in books, In work, in farms, in plants; And every man his work. The prairie-grass leaves they bind To draw out new homage, Should unwitting men mock. Their breasts hath Chaos quit For an Olympic home; So, the first Greek fathers. Likewise grow these men's sons, And in each new pattern Breathes that first life phyla. Old plans new children bring; New thoughts echo old; Man is both old and new. On Cascadia From Appalachia, Slowly enchroach these fates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAR BLUE HILLS by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE MORTEM, QUAE VIOLAT SUAVIA, PELLIT AMOR by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY |
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