The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where the salvias, hard carmine, -- like no leaf that ever was -- edge the bare garden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM by WILLIAM COWPER DOLCINO TO MARGARET by CHARLES KINGSLEY TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN |