Children Of Light Poem by Robert Lowell

Children Of Light

Rating: 3.4


Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night,
They planted here the Serpent's seeds of light;
And here the pivoting searchlights probe to shock
The riotous glass houses built on rock,
And candles gutter by an empty altar,
And light is where the landless blood of Cain
Is burning, burning the unburied grain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Morgan 03 May 2015

Brilliant, convincing handling of pentameter. With his friend Bishop, may be the greatest twentieth-century voice.

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Peter Falina 05 December 2006

I first encountered this poem as a frontspiece to Robert Stone's novel, 'A Hall of Mirrors.' Interestingly, Stone took his title from the line that he quoted as, 'And candles gutter in a hall of mirrors.' Does anybody know how he came to quote the line this way? It's an interesting image, but not, perhaps, Lowell's.

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Sean Mcdougall 08 May 2006

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