Hard, chilly colors: straw-grey, frost-grey the grey of frozen ground: and you, O Sun, close above the horizon! It is I holds you -- half against the sky half against a black tree trunk icily resplendent! Lie there, blue city, mine at last -- rimming the banked blue-grey and rise, indescribable smoky-yellow into the overpowering white! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE |