Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PROSPECT, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The twigs of the birch imprint the december sky Last Line: Whither I would go! | ||||||||
THE twigs of the birch imprint the December sky Like branching veins upon a thin old hand; I think of summer-time, yes, of last July, When she was beneath them, greeting a gathered band Of the urban and bland. Iced airs wheeze through the skeletoned hedge from the north, With steady snores, and a numbing that threatens snow, And skaters pass; and merry boys go forth To look for slides. But well, well do I know Whither I would go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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