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George Sterling: calm hub of wild Bohemian Carmel community
Celebrated by Jack London, Upton Sinclair, Theodore Dreiser and Sinclair Lewis
- As It Was in the Beginning
- The royal word goes forth, and armies do
- The work of devils. Agony and waste
- Are on the world, and the grim legions haste
- On the old war-roads that the Caesars knew.
- Still gleams the dreadful stain of Waterloo,
- On Time’s accusing record unerased;
- Gone are the ramparts that the Romans faced,
- But these the heavens where their eagles flew.
- Below the bleak and slowly shifting stars,
- Man turns him in his madness, to reveal
- His ancient folly and his ancient crime,
- And on the tragic breast austere with scars
- Re-girds the mail, and draws the hiked steel,
- Cold from the twilight battlefields of Time.
- The Black Vulture
- Aloof upon the day’s immeasured dome,
- He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
- Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
- The eagle’s empire and the falcon’s home —
- Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
- His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
- Serene, he hears the broken tempest sigh
- Where cold sierras gleam like scattered foam.
- And least of all he holds the human swarm —
- Unwitting now that envious men prepare
- To make their dream and its fulfillment one,
- When, poised above the caldrons of the storm,
- Their hearts, contemptuous of death, shall dare
- His roads between the thunder and the sun.
- Aftermath
- Slowly among the wounded and the slain
- The gleaners take the harvest of the kings,
- But harvest-song no joyous maiden sings,
- And crimson fingers lift a crimson grain.
- Where darkness and the powers of darkness reign,
- They bend above unutterable things,
- As far away the restless searchlight swings
- Its ghastly ray along the burdened plain.
- Well seems it that they wear a cross of red,
- But better seems it that this earth should bear
- That blazon in the concourse of the stars,
- (Ere the Night conquer and the sun fall dead)
- And ‘mid dark Signs and warring heavens glare,
- Disastrous, with the bloody light of Mars.
George Sterling
George Sterling (1869-1926) was an American poet who made San Francisco and the California Bay Area his base of operations, being largely responsible for making Carmel-by-the-Sea a magnet for the Bohemian artists and writers who would make the community a center of countercultural activity. He became close friends of another poet who had helped put Carmel on the literary map – Robinson Jeffers. While enjoying great popularity during his time – Sterling was celebrated by many of the literary lights of his day, including Jack London, Upton Sinclair, Theodore Dreiser and Sinclair Lewis – his work has fallen into neglect in more recent times. Marked by the influence of the Romantic poets, especially Shelly, Keats and Poe, Sterling’s poetry possesses a visionary and mystical quality. His diaries reveal that he served as the calm hub of the wild Bohemian community that he helped create Carmel; however, the wildness of the lifestyle eventually caught up with him – and he took his own life by ingesting cyanide two weeks short of his 57th birthday.
Here's something you might be interested in.
George Sterling: calm hub of wild Bohemian Carmel community
Celebrated by Jack London, Upton Sinclair, Theodore Dreiser and Sinclair Lewis
George Sterling: calm hub of wild Bohemian Carmel community
Celebrated by Jack London, Upton Sinclair, Theodore Dreiser and Sinclair Lewis
- As It Was in the Beginning
- The royal word goes forth, and armies do
- The work of devils. Agony and waste
- Are on the world, and the grim legions haste
- On the old war-roads that the Caesars knew.
- Still gleams the dreadful stain of Waterloo,
- On Time’s accusing record unerased;
- Gone are the ramparts that the Romans faced,
- But these the heavens where their eagles flew.
- Below the bleak and slowly shifting stars,
- Man turns him in his madness, to reveal
- His ancient folly and his ancient crime,
- And on the tragic breast austere with scars
- Re-girds the mail, and draws the hiked steel,
- Cold from the twilight battlefields of Time.
- The Black Vulture
- Aloof upon the day’s immeasured dome,
- He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
- Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
- The eagle’s empire and the falcon’s home —
- Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
- His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
- Serene, he hears the broken tempest sigh
- Where cold sierras gleam like scattered foam.
- And least of all he holds the human swarm —
- Unwitting now that envious men prepare
- To make their dream and its fulfillment one,
- When, poised above the caldrons of the storm,
- Their hearts, contemptuous of death, shall dare
- His roads between the thunder and the sun.
- Aftermath
- Slowly among the wounded and the slain
- The gleaners take the harvest of the kings,
- But harvest-song no joyous maiden sings,
- And crimson fingers lift a crimson grain.
- Where darkness and the powers of darkness reign,
- They bend above unutterable things,
- As far away the restless searchlight swings
- Its ghastly ray along the burdened plain.
- Well seems it that they wear a cross of red,
- But better seems it that this earth should bear
- That blazon in the concourse of the stars,
- (Ere the Night conquer and the sun fall dead)
- And ‘mid dark Signs and warring heavens glare,
- Disastrous, with the bloody light of Mars.
George Sterling
George Sterling (1869-1926) was an American poet who made San Francisco and the California Bay Area his base of operations, being largely responsible for making Carmel-by-the-Sea a magnet for the Bohemian artists and writers who would make the community a center of countercultural activity. He became close friends of another poet who had helped put Carmel on the literary map – Robinson Jeffers. While enjoying great popularity during his time – Sterling was celebrated by many of the literary lights of his day, including Jack London, Upton Sinclair, Theodore Dreiser and Sinclair Lewis – his work has fallen into neglect in more recent times. Marked by the influence of the Romantic poets, especially Shelly, Keats and Poe, Sterling’s poetry possesses a visionary and mystical quality. His diaries reveal that he served as the calm hub of the wild Bohemian community that he helped create Carmel; however, the wildness of the lifestyle eventually caught up with him – and he took his own life by ingesting cyanide two weeks short of his 57th birthday.
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