Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOGS ON THE HEARTH; A MEMORY OF A SISTER, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The fire advances along the log Last Line: Laughing, her young brown hand awave. Subject(s): Sisters | ||||||||
THE fire advances along the log Of the tree we felled, Which bloomed and bore striped apples by the peck Till its last hour of bearing knelled. The fork that first my hand would reach And then my foot In climbings upward inch by inch, lies now Sawn, sapless, darkening with soot. Where the bark chars is where, one year, It was pruned, and bled - Then overgrew the wound. But now, at last, Its growings all have stagnated. My fellow-climber rises dim From her chilly grave - Just as she was, her foot near mine on the bending limb, Laughing, her young brown hand awave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN FOR LANIE POO by AMIRI BARAKA CALMING KALI by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 1. CONVENT by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 4. TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS LIFE by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 6. KARMA by LUCILLE CLIFTON MY SISTER, THE QUEEN by EDWARD FIELD AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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