Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
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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.
Robert Frost
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: sky, fear
Poems by Robert Frost : 4 / 136
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Mankind did not exist with dinosaurs. Mankind came millions of years later after dinosaurs
most likely a cavemans home..a safe place to be from the dinosaurs.. :)
The charm of virgin wilderness.
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.
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.
what were you able to do
about that dying people?