No longer cold or dolorous, the gleaming mountains loom High ecstasy freed jubilantly, artistry recaptures When undulating streams of stone, quickened with lava hands, Seize pyramids and carve them into bodies heat enraptures! Though movement turn to weariness, now evening shadows near, And amethyst and gold and silvered blue no longer rise (A demon's conflagration solved in clouds and cooled to sleep): Mad Angelo still proves that marble lived -- and never dies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES |