A Cliff Dwelling Poem by Robert Frost
A Cliff Dwelling
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.
most likely a cavemans home..a safe place to be from the dinosaurs.. :)
Desert and life, light of the world and the dark of the cave that he dwelled, in those times. A great moment depicted with poetic word from a such master.
Mankind did not exist with dinosaurs. Mankind came millions of years later after dinosaurs
'Some halfway up the limestone wall, That spot of black is not a stain'.. is very nice composition indeed. A gem no doubt. Enjoyed.
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain........fantastic beginning. Beautiful poem shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/5/2024 1:38:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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.