Poetry Samples



Sands

I lay on a dune and slept,


Sharp grasses by my head:


While armies far-off warred and wept,


I joined the earth instead...


Until I moved my hand


And was awake again


And shook myself out of the sand


To the cold wind of men.





Harold Witter Bynner, A Canticle of Pan, 1920




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