Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RAINY WOODS, by FRANCES MARY FROST Poet's Biography First Line: Wood thrush, crying Last Line: Oh, bird, I too am broken upon this night! Subject(s): Rain | ||||||||
Wood thrush, crying, Bird in the dusk, in the rain, Is it happiness or pain That batters now The small breast on the blown and shadowy bough? Wild bird shaken under the leaning cloud, Your wings are wet with rain, your throat is full Of cries for the silver rain! Oh, brave and loud Your throat is, at the wood's edge; beautiful In the summer dusk are the drenched and darkened cedars, Are the blackberry blossoms dripping and dimly white. Oh, bird, I too am broken upon this night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISTANT RAINFALL by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 32 by JAMES JOYCE HEAVY SUMMER RAIN by JANE KENYON CROWD CORRALLING by MARGARET AVISON THE RAIN-POOL by KARLE WILSON BAKER ON THE GREAT ATLANTIC RAINWAY by KENNETH KOCH DANDELIONS by FRANCES MARY FROST |
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