Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOOD MAGIC, by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT First Line: Sun's rays a-slantin' clear across the wood Last Line: Feels like I'm growin' here, brother to the tree. Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares | ||||||||
Sun's rays a-slantin' clear across the wood, Bits o' patchy shadow movin' in and out, Tall solemn pine trees standin' holdin' hands Hushin' all the noisy squirrels skitterin' about; Bits o' lacy fern a-trimmin' up a rock Green and mossy softness where the waters drip; Wrinklin' up the shiny pool in shiverin' sort o' rings, Slitherin' out to nothin' where the willows dip; Sweetest smell a-siftin' through the sun-warmed air Sort o' golden comfort oozin' round me everywhere; Earth's a-breathin' slow and deepcuddlin' all the roots, Dreamin' now in blossom time about the coming fruits; Everything is awful still: no one here but me Feels like I'm growin' here, brother to the tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS HARMONY by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT |
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