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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.
Robert Frost
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Read poems about / on: sky, fear
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Comments about this poem (A Cliff Dwelling
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Robert Frost
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Andrew Hoellering (2/24/2009 2:56:00 PM)
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We have seen such cave dwellings in a Turkish hillside, but our thoughts were very different to Frost's.Here thousands of years ago people found warmth and shelter from rain and storm, and at Lascaux and Altamira, the security of conversation and a place for art.
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Sangnam Nam (10/30/2008 6:35:00 AM)
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what were you able to do
about that dying people?
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