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Henry Bellamann



THIS is the last oblivion of all That was so wild with fire, so hard with cold, So desperate with purpose when the bold New earth arose from chaos with a caul Of blinding rain and steam upon the tall And arrogant young mountains, now grown old— The [...]

Barrier Island

Between sea-lust and land-recoil it lies, Half naked under seething southern sun; Landward a tattered green sleeve, hardly won, Seaward a wanton white flank's bold surprise. The island nor to land nor sea replies, It keeps a timeless secret told to n [...]