Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVENING MYSTERY, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now ragged clouds in the west are heaping Last Line: What poison pours she in slumber's ear? Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): England; Landscape; English | ||||||||
NOW ragged clouds in the west are heaping, All the hedges fall a-weeping, And in a thin green distance flowers The moon, the anemone of lonely hours. The moon sheds diamonds on a myriad meadows And her rays wander among wood shadows; Ere the last of sunset's flown She has made a new world of her own. Old farm-houses with their white faces Fly, and their ghosts have taken their places; Even the signposts like grim liars Point to trapping brakes and briars. Tired birds roosting are not yet sleeping, But stir and mutter at the wild eyes peeping; And sheep will not let silence lie, But blare about the hilltop sky As though long-plotting dogs had broken From kennel-chains, by the ringleader spoken, To harry the ewes in the light of the moon -- The blood on their jaws will hang 'em anon. But no, for miles the sheepfolds moan, And dogs bay from their farms alone; Can she who shines so calm be fear? What poison pours she in slumber's ear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS STAYING UP FOR ENGLAND by LIAM RECTOR STONE AND FLOWER by KENNETH REXROTH THE HANGED MAN by KENNETH REXROTH ENGLISH TRAIN COMPARTMENT by JOHN UPDIKE ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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