There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
Some halfway up the limestone wall,
That spot of black is not a stain
Or shadow, but a cavern hole,
Where someone used to climb and crawl
To rest from his besetting fears.
I see the callus on his soul
The disappearing last of him
And of his race starvation slim,
Oh years ago - ten thousand years.
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I love Robert Frost. His work is marvelous and rhymtically accurate. I love the imagery he portrays with such meaning."I see the callus on his soul"--- I love that sentence. I can't wait to read more of Robert Frost.
~~ Lady Serenity
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I agree with Morrowind. That how many people have gone before us. I do think tha someone was trying to pursue a dream but didn't achieve it long ago. There was a mark this stain left over from years ago.
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I think Frost frame of mind writing this poem was
how many have gone before us in humanity and haven't survived
like in our Ansectoral tribes
Think he was wondering if we wouldn't just also
be a stain left upon the wall someday
where our hopes and dreams once were
fading, blending into the sand and sky
on the horizons rim
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