Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SNOW IN THE SUBURBS, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Every branch big with it Last Line: And we take him in. Subject(s): Snow; Suburbs | ||||||||
EVERY branch big with it, Bent every twig with it; Every fork like a white web-foot; Every street and pavement mute: Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again. The palings are glued together like a wall, And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall. A sparrow enters the tree, Whereon immediately A snow-lump thrice his own slight size Descends on him and showers his head and eyes, And overturns him, And near inurns him, And lights on a nether twig, when its brush Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush. The steps are a blanched slope, Up which, with feeble hope, A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin; And we take him in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBURBANS by CAROLYN KIZER WAYS OF CONQUEST by DENISE LEVERTOV IN THE SUBURBS by LOUIS SIMPSON SACRED OBJECTS by LOUIS SIMPSON AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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