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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEASONS, by GERVE BARONTI First Line: How lovely these trees are Last Line: Lest their beauty be too dazzling. Subject(s): Seasons | |||
How lovely these trees are At all times. In the Winter When they stretch their nude arms to Heaven Like daring wantons, And beg the frost-king for his crystal jewels, In the Spring. Clothed in the first green dress So faintly perfumed And trimmed with buds. Later when the Summer guests arrive And all is music and merry-making, How lovely then In their costume of firmer texture And deeper dye. But in the fall, Arrayed in red and gold And spangled with ripened fruit Like giant rubies, 'Tis then that Heaven Throws between Itself and them, That smoky, hazy Autumn veil Lest their beauty be too dazzling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY by MEENA ALEXANDER AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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