Classic Poem

High hangs the hollow, ringing shield of heaven,
Embossed with stars. The thin air wounds like steel,
Stark and resilient as a Spanish blade.
Sharp snaps the rigid lake's mysterious ice,
And the prim, starchy twigs of naked trees
Crackle metallic in an unfelt wind.
A light-poised Damoclean scimitar
The faintly-damascened pale moon. Benumbed
Shrinks the racked earth gripped in the hand of Cold.
O hark! Swift, anvil-ringing iron hoofs
Drum down the boreal interstellar space;
The Blue Knight rides, spurring his snorting stallion
Out of the dark side of the frozen moon —
Eyes crueler than a beryl-sheathed crevasse,
Breath like the chilly fog of polar seas,
Glaciers for armor on his breast and thighs,
A polished Alp for helmet, and for plume
The league-long Northern Lights behind him floating,
Glorious up the sky!

The Blue Knight rides
With his moon-shimmering, star-tipped lance at rest,
Drives at the world — Crash! and the brittle globe
Bursts like a crystal goblet — shivering, falling,
Shivers, splinters bristling, tinkling, jarring,
Jingling in fading dissonance down the void —
Jangling down the unplumbed void forever ...