Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ILL MANNERED, by ARTHUR FOEHRENBACH First Line: Nature seems at times unkind Last Line: Before we chance to see them all. Subject(s): Nature | ||||||||
Nature seems at times unkind, Her manner often unrefined. No April seed can promise grain Before a robin sings of rain, Indifferent with her gifts of spring, White frost disproves of everything. Unwelcomed hail foreshadows doom To early orchards coaxed to bloom. When daylight steals with long gold bars Across the east, it kills off stars. Unheralded, the strangest pinks Defy the sun, and lo, it sinks. It's quite unfair that birds should fly In countless legions from the sky. Maples, oaks, in fact all trees, Are always selfish with their leaves, Each autumn all the red ones fall Before we chance to see them all. | 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 ODDS AND ENDS by ARTHUR FOEHRENBACH TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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