Eunice Tietjens Poems
|1.||Presence Of Eternity||4/7/2010|
|2.||The Bacchante To Her Babe||4/7/2010|
|3.||The Drug Clerk||4/7/2010|
|4.||The Great Man||4/7/2010|
|5.||To Amy Lowell||4/14/2014|
|8.||The Most-Sacred Mountain||1/4/2003|
|9.||The Steam Shovel||4/7/2010|
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The Steam Shovel
Beneath my window in a city street
A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim
And only half believed: the strength of him—
Steel-strung and fit to meet
The strength of earth—
Is mighty as men’s dreams that conquer force.
Steam belches from him. He is the new birth
Of old Behemoth, late-sprung from the source
Whence Grendel sprang, and all the monster clan
Dead for an age, now born again of man.
The iron head,
Set on a monstrous, jointed neck,
Glides here and there, lifts, settles on the red
Moist floor, with nose dropped in the dirt, at ...