Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIRCH-WOOD, by LEO COX First Line: I wandered down the dying afternoon Last Line: All things took on their dead, familiar shape. .... Subject(s): Afternoon; Birch Trees; Nature | ||||||||
I wandered down the dying afternoon, Calling my spirit back from land and sky It had crept out when I stood mountain-high I might have lost it in that survey soon; Came down to the cool wood's leaf-floored vault Whence all the green and birds had fled Leaving stillness and some gold instead, And braced my soul for the birches' sweet assault. Their dazzling columns swiftly closed me round, And struck me silver wounds in ghostly number, Out-generalled me without a move or sound, Till all else faded to a birch-tree'd slumber; And when I did reluctantly escape, All things took on their dead, familiar shape. .... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN |
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