Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни)
Mt. Lykaion
ALONE on Lykaion since man hath been Stand on the height two columns, where at rest Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East Forever; and the sun goes down between. Far down the mountain's oval green An order keeps the falling stones abreast. Below within the chaos last and least A river like a curl of light is seen. Beyond the river lies the even sea, Beyond the sea another ghost of sky,-- O God, support the sickness of my eye Lest the far space and long antiquity Suck out my heart, and on this awful ground The great wind kill my little shell with sound.
Trumbull Stickney’s other poems:
- The Melancholy Year is Dead with Rain
- Live Blindly and Upon the Hour
- In a City Garden
- Service
- You Say, Columbus with his Argosies
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