Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOUNTAIN STORM, by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS First Line: The rain drags dripping finger-tips Last Line: Rattles down the gorge. Subject(s): Storms | ||||||||
The rain drags dripping finger-tips Across the roof And taps out sharp, staccato notes Upon the window pane. Then, clutching futilely along the Window's edge, reluctantly Sinks into little pools beside the wall. A damp-drenched wind chants poignant threnodies And lightning in blue darts of flame Leaps madly in skeletonic dance Along the ridge, While thunder like the giant beat Of some barbaric tom-tom Rattles down the gorge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS |
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