|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOOKING FOR A SUNSET BIRD IN WINTER, by ROBERT FROST Recitation Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The west was getting out of gold Last Line: A piercing little star was through Subject(s): Birds | |||
In winter in the woods alone The west was getting out of gold, Against the trees I go The breath of air had died of cold, I mark a maple for my own When shoeing home across the white, And lay the maple low. I thought I saw a bird alight. At four o'clock I shoulder ax, In summer when I passed the place And in the afterglow I had to stop and lift my face; I link a line of shadowy tracks A bird with an angelic gift Across the tinted snow. Was singing in it sweet and swift. I see for Nature no defeat No bird was singing in it now. In one tree's overthrow A single leaf was on a bough, Or for myself in my retreat And that was all there was to see For yet another blow. In going twice around the tree. From my advantage on a hill I judged that such a crystal chill Was only adding frost to snow As gilt to gold that wouldn't show. A brush had left a crooked stroke Of what was either cloud or smoke From north to south across the blue; A piercing little star was through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER |
| |