ADAM, a brown old vulture in the rain, Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees; Huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggy knees, He moaned and mumbled to his darkening brain; 'He was the grandest of them all -- was Cain! 'A lion laired in the hills, that none could tire; 'Swift as a stag; a stallion of the plain, 'Hungry and fierce with deeds of huge desire.' Grimly he thought of Abel, soft and fair -- A lover with disaster in his face, And scarlet blossom twisted in bright hair. 'Afraid to fight; was murder more disgrace?... 'God always hated Cain' ... He bowed his head -- The gaunt wild man whose lovely sons were dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO CHILDREN: 1. FAIRY SONG by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BUGLER FROM THE PEAKS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 1 by JOHN BYROM |