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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FACADE: 21. THE OWL, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The currants, moonlit as mother bunch Last Line: As poor mrs. Bunch arranged her bustle. Subject(s): Birds; Owls | |||
THE currants, moonlit as Mother Bunch, In their thick-bustled leaves were laughing like Punch; And, ruched as their country waterfalls The cherried maids walk beneath the dark walls. Where the moonlight was falling thick as curd Through the cherry-branches, half-unheard, Said old Mrs. Bunch, the crop-eared owl, To her gossip: "If once I began to howl, I am sure that my sobs would drown the seas -- With my 'oh's,' and my 'ah's,' and my 'oh dear me's!' Everything wrong from cradle to grave -- No money to spend, no money to save!" And the currant-bush began to rustle As poor Mrs. Bunch arranged her bustle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORATION: HALF-MOON IN VERMONT by NORMAN DUBIE LOVE AMID OWL-CRIES by JANE HIRSHFIELD THE OWL'S BEDTIME STORY by RANDALL JARRELL OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |
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