Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by N. R. BAKER First Line: Over the treetops baring for winter Last Line: Marks time, marks time. Subject(s): Fields; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
Over the treetops baring for winter Zephyrs breathing a lulling croon, Over the meadowland, hither and hinter, A full gold moon. Over the housetops, comb to eaves, Over the bluegrass, sear in the sun, Lie the flat brown corpses of leaves, Summer is done. Tardily bred from chrysalis Seasonal butterflies flit and nod, Stopping awhile to cicatrize Rank goldenrod. And a lonely soul of man's degree With lingering hope sublime Walks the shore of a skyey sea, Marks time, marks time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL |
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