Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TREES, by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Crooked, black tree Last Line: In your eagerness. Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
Crooked, black tree on your little grey-black hillock, ridiculously raised one step toward the infinite summits of the night: even you the few grey stars draw upward into a vague melody of harsh threads. Bent as you are from straining against the bitter horizontals of a north wind, -- there below you how easily the long yellow notes of poplars flow upward in a descending scale, each note secure in its own posture -- singularly woven. All voices are blent willingly against the heaving contra-bass of the dark but you alone warp yourself passionately to one side in your eagerness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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