Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WINTER TWILIGHT, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE First Line: The year has reached december days Last Line: And so he dreams himself to rest. Subject(s): Animals; December; Dogs; Friendship; Man-woman Relationships; Winter; Male-female Relations | ||||||||
THE year has reached December days, The fire is creeping into flame; Gently I call my comrade's name, And silent both we sit at gaze. His head is prest against my knee, My hand upon his brow is set, The flames spring upward, and we let Our fancies play with all they see. I see the face of one who died Ere the low whisper she had heard That sought the moment and the word To woo the maiden for my bride. He sees a strange, enchanted land That wanes and waxes with the flame; He does not sense himself the same, And dimly deems I understand. My listless form yields slowly down; He also droops with half-closed eyes, Yet with a mute regard that tries To feel his master's smile or frown. On her dear face a pensive smile, The fire sinks low, and I repose; The mystery of Wyrd who knows? Are these real hours we beguile? I cannot answer, yet am blest; And from the hearth he turns his eyes Till they meet mine in trustful wise, And so he dreams himself to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISERY AND SPLENDOR by ROBERT HASS THE APPLE TREES AT OLEMA by ROBERT HASS DOUBLE SONNET by ANTHONY HECHT CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE SUPERBIA: A TRIUMPH WITH NO TRAIN by MARY KINZIE COUNSEL TO UNREASON by LEONIE ADAMS TWENTY QUESTIONS by DAVID LEHMAN A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |
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