Henry Bellamann - Sand Hills (1921)
Forgotten Poems #20
—: Sand Hills :—
The world is spread with rough grained silk,
crumpled a little where the sky indents it
and cuts off the view.
The very old gods,
long since tired of northern lights
and seas too jewelled
and snows too glittering,—
tired, too, of men,—
the very old gods come here
in the late evening
to sit quietly on the warm gray silk
and rest their eyes
with milky opal tints
and the smoky blue
flecked by the dim fire of giant stars.
Henry Bellamann (1882-1945)
P: American Poetry Magazine (1920), Tempo (1921), Broom (1921), The Measure (1921), Poetry (1921), The Forum (1922), The Midland (1922), Voices (1922), The Century (1923), Current Opinion (1923), Poet Lore (1924); A: Anthology of Magazine Verse (1921), BP (1922), Year Book of the Poetry Society of South Carolina (1923), The Home Book of Modern Verse (1925), The Third Book of Modern Verse (1927); C: A Music Teacher's Notebook (1921), Cups of Illusion (1923), The Upward Pass (1928); short-stories, novels, articles, etc.
Born in Missouri; “Musician and head of a music school, living in Columbia, South Carolina.” (Poetry, 1921)
“. . . tides draw ever and ever to these inconsistent coasts, striving to mold some shape unknown to us, striving to sound some music strange to us . . .” (Bellamann, 1928)
For Henry Bellamann by Dick Whyte to the builders of horizons— who foretold the ages of water & the lore by which stars keep time, & letters are bound into words— yours is a love we still need xoxo dw
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