Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLEAK OF THE YEAR, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: There is a time of subtle browns, and grays Last Line: A mystery, the selah of the soul. Subject(s): Dreams; Seasons; Sleep; Soul; Nightmares | ||||||||
THERE is a time of subtle browns, and grays That run to silverings, and tremulous greens, And russet tints, and ash-pale pools of leaves; Of ghostly mosses and elusive grass That's neither lush nor dead; of naked trees Ineffably harmonious with the sky That stretches vast and neutral, tone on tone, Not to be called a color, but a thought. To some this is a barren time, a sleep Between the winter and the spell of spring; To me it is the heart's own time and tide, Being hidden from the heedless eye that lusts For flaring lights and sunset dyes, yet charged With secrets rare, and blendings into dreams, And ecstasies divine that shadow forth A mystery, the Selah of the Soul. | 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 BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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