Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The wooden chalets of the cloud Last Line: Beginnings of first earthy things! Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
THE wooden chalets of the cloud Hang down their dull blunt ropes to shroud Red crystal bells upon each bough (Fruit-buds that whimper). No winds slough Our faces, furred with cold like red Furred buds of satyr springs, long dead! The cold wind creaking in my blood Seems part of it, as grain of wood; Among the coarse goat-locks of snow Mamzelle still drags me, to and fro; Her feet make marks like centaur hoofs In hairy snow; her cold reproofs Die, and her strange eyes look oblique As the slant crystal buds that creak. If she could think me distant, she In the snow's goat-locks certainly Would try to milk those teats, the buds, Of their warm sticky milk -- the cuds Of strange long-past fruit-hairy springs -- Beginnings of first earthy things! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |
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