Earth is rocking in space!
And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar,
And the eddying lightnings flash fire in my face,
And the whirlwinds are whirling the dust round and round--
And the blasts of the winds universal leap free
And blow each other upon each, with a passion of sound,
And æther goes mingling in storm with the sea!
Such a curse on my head, in a manifest dread,
From the hand of your Zeus has been hurtled along!
O my mother's fair glory! O à?ther, enringing
All eyes with the sweet common light of thy bringing,
Dost see how I suffer this wrong?
Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
Aeschylus
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Poem topics: fire, light, mother, passion, sea, space, head, earth, sweet, face, storm, wrong, dust, common, universal, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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