The Colossus Like brazen limbs astride from land to land ~ our sea-washed sunset is imprisoned ~ the air cries ~ silent, tired, poor ~ yearning to be wretched shore. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related One thought on “The Colossus” Add yours Pingback: This Land, Independence Day, 2019 | The Balsamean Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.