Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BOLLESWOOD, by FRANCES BARBER First Line: Now is bolleswood buried deep Last Line: All is silent, all is still. Subject(s): Death; Forests; Dead, The; Woods | ||||||||
Now is Bolleswood buried deep, All in snowdrifts, all asleep; Nowhere is the smallest sound Save of fine snow blown around, Or the rustling of a blade That would make the wind afraid -- With its scimitar for stem Crusted like a diadem. Under brambles banked in sleet, And with no nest except their feet, Ruffling, settling, quail and grouse Turn, and turn, to make a house; Snow for roof, and snow for walls, Snow for stairway, snow for halls, Snow for doorstone, snow for sill; All is silent, all is still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER |
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