The End of the World by Archibald MacLeish | Poems Rethabile Likes

The End of the World by Archibald MacLeish | Poems Rethabile Likes

The End of the World

by Archibald MacLeish

Quite unexpectedly as Vasserot
The armless ambidextrian was lighting
A match between his great and second toe
And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting
The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum
Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough
In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb—
Quite unexpectedly the top blew off:

And there, there overhead, there, there, hung over
Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes,
There in the starless dark the poise, the hover,
There with vast wings across the canceled skies,
There in the sudden blackness, the black pall
Of nothing, nothing, nothing—nothing at all.

Poet: @ArchibaldMacLeish
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Comments

vera said…
How desperately articulate!!! How sadly timely...
Rethabile said…
Encountered this sonnet in an anthology I bought in the late 80s at WH Smith. I was so dilapidated from being thumbed and folded and scribbled on that two years ago I kissed it and chucked it into a bin.