Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON HEARING THE CLIMATE OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA PRAISED, by ETHEL MARY DAVIS First Line: There are some places where Last Line: And my delight is an unknown tomorrow. Subject(s): California; Deserts; Food & Eating | ||||||||
There are some places where The soft, languorous air, Knowing not frost nor chill, Is prodigal with bloom on meadow, field, and hill. There, is perpetual ease, and no dismay Lest some clear night strip every bloom away, And the steep summer sun Leans never to the south, her year's work done. But would you have perpetual blossoming, And lose with that the rapture of each spring? Give me bleak days! To see The tight buds opening on one chestnut tree, New ivy on a wall, Or any shrub or bush, however small, Burst into bloom, is worth all winter's stay, And chill, and long delay. Her winds are but the harsh prelude of spring, -- And winter is a soon forgotten thing! So with the changing faces of the year We keep expectancy, -- what is more dear? April from March or yet from May might borrow, And my delight is an unknown tomorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITRESSING IN THE ROOM WITH A THOUSAND MOONS by MATTHEA HARVEY CANDIED YAMS' by TERRANCE HAYES DINNER OF HERBS by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN THE BANQUET SONG by KENNETH KOCH SPLITTING AN ORDER by TED KOOSER ESTHETIC EXPERIENCE by ETHEL MARY DAVIS ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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