Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Jane, jane / tall as a crane Last Line: The morning light creaks down again! Subject(s): Morning; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down the stair. Each dull blunt wooden stalactite Of rain creaks, hardened by the light, Sounding like an overtone From some lonely world unknown. But the creaking empty light Will never harden into sight, Will never penetrate your brain With overtones like the blunt rain. The light would show (if it could harden) Eternities of kitchen garden, Cockscomb flowers that none will pluck, And wooden flowers that 'gin to cluck. In the kitchen you must light Flames as staring, red and white, As carrots or as turnips, shining Where the cold dawn light lies whining. Cockscomb hair on the cold wind Hangs limp, turns the milk's weak mind. . . . Jane, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |
|