SAVAGE limbs of that black beast, the forest, Quiver cruelly in the darkness; Beneath the black belly of the pines, The earth is afraid. The claws of the monster of a thousand limbs Pierce the flinching moss, And grate on the white flint bones of the earth, Striking fire. Flames frozen in white pebbles Shiver under the darkness. These limbs are planted firmly, Nailed to the flint with claws; It is safe to be lost in the blind night Among the claws that cannot strike. But the rustling of his fur is dreadful As he breathes above. Somewhere the eyes of the forest glare at the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LOVERS, AND A REFLECTION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE GARLAND OF SLEEP by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER LONG CHERISHED GRIEF by MIRIAM BARRANGER WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM by BERNARD BARTON FAR EAST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 18 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |