The arms of the elm Reach out in the storm, Grotesquely groping, Reaching for the wind. Twinkling snow Spins over the floor Writing in silver tracery . . . So gropes my pen For words the heart does know But cannot spin In silver arabesque. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH RECONCILIATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O SEA by EDWARD CARPENTER |