Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST, by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER First Line: The lonesome house drove me outside Last Line: To one robbed by death and marriage. | ||||||||
The lonesome house drove me outside. In the darkness the blossoms gleamed -- Pale ghosts of their bright daytime selves, While the cold moon wallowed through clouds. A drear wind whispered to the trees Disturbing all the half-dead leaves, Making the iris tremble and shrink. From the nearby woods a mocking bird Shrilled a mad ecstatic deluge, As if to drown the babel sounds Released by the awful night hours. A whippoorwill's poignant calling, The ululation of a dog, The ghoulish barking of a fox, An owl's lonely shuddering voice. Riven by pangs of loneliness! Alone! a dreadful word that clings To one robbed by death and marriage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 1 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES THE GODDESS IN THE WOOD by RUPERT BROOKE REVERIE IN A CLASSROOM by DOROTHY LAUD BROWN |
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