Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EDGE, by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK First Line: The pond is cold, steel-blue, like the bright blade Last Line: We pierce the shadowy waters far below. Subject(s): Lakes; Winter; Pools; Ponds | ||||||||
THE pond is cold, steel-blue, like the bright blade Of a hard, keen-forged sword; the cutting air Etches the bare-branched trees against a sky As hard as they; there is no softening shade Of hazy Indian Summer anywhere, To cast its veiled enchantment on the eye. The chilly wind that sweeps across the lake, Playing staccato notes on the dry sedge Metallic songdispels illusion's glow. With eagle's eye, clear-visioning mind awake, Standing aloft above a sheer cliff's edge, We pierce the shadowy waters far below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN GETS OFF WORK EARLY by THOMAS LUX THE FRIARY AT BLOSSOM, PROLOGUE & INSTRUCTIONS by NORMAN DUBIE SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 2. RED POND by CAROL FROST THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS |
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