“The Return to Nature”

Histories of Modern Poetry
(I) Prometheus
It was the south: mid-everything,
   Mid-land, mid-summer, noon;
And deep within a limpid spring
   The mirrored sun of June.
Splendour in freshness! Ah, who stole
   This sun, this fire, from heaven?
He holds it shining in his soul,
Prometheus the forgiven.
(II) Thetis
In her bright title poets dare
   What the wild eye of fancy sees—
Similitude—the clear, the fair
   Light mystery of images.
Round the blue sea I love the best
   The argent foam played, slender, fleet;
I saw—past Wordsworth and the rest—
   Her natural, Greek, and silver feet.

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Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created April 14, 2001; not revised.