William Baylebridge

(12 December 1883 – 7 May 1942 / Queensland / Australia)

After The Storm - Poem by William Baylebridge

The storm is done--the lightning with its lust
To rend the unhallowed dome in ruin dire;
The purple heaps, from the rank chaos thrust
On sheets of fell and inauspicious fire;
The thunder bellowing loud on every bound;
The hissing bolt, so tossed as to complete
All permutations of Satanic sound;
The flood that opened heaven and ransomed it.
Benign now is that beatific blue.
The flame that fires the hill is now remote
From aught in evil. Clemency anew
--Crowns every leaf, and sings in every throat.
Shall, then, the rage of earth and heaven depart,
And not the rancour of the unsensing heart?

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Jackie Gerhardy (5/4/2008 12:22:00 PM)

    Great visuals, and I dig the word choice. Awesome. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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