Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CROSS-ROADS, by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography First Line: The rain beat in our faces Last Line: To what we each loved best. Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude Subject(s): Rain; Travel Directions | ||||||||
THE rain beat in our faces, And shrill the wild airs grew; The long-maned clouds in races Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue. The tortured trees were lashing Each other in their wrath, Their wet leaves wildly dashing Across the forest path. We did not heed the sweeping Of storm-bewildered rain; Our cheeks were wet with weeping, Our hearts were wrung with pain. For where the cross-roads sever, Parting to East and West, We bade good-bye for ever, To what we each loved best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOOD DIRECTION by THOMAS HOOD A PLAIN DIRECTION by THOMAS HOOD HOW I GET HOME TONIGHT by ROBERT KING IN THE NORTHERN TOWNS by ROBERT KING HIGHWAY by WILLIAM STANLEY MERWIN GRIN AND BEAR LEFT by OGDEN NASH HOW TO READ A MAP by SUSAN RICH TAKING THE OLD ROAD by VERN RUTSALA THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND |
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