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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WEIRD FANTASY, by IDA MAY BORNCAMP First Line: The morning clouds are wreathing Last Line: And milky clouds below. Subject(s): Beauty | |||
The morning clouds are wreathing The brows of lesser peaks, And bits of rugged landscape Are screened by phantom freaks. The narrow bands of silver Traverse the rippling green, And vaporous volcanoes With icy cones are seen. The view is most impressive In somber tones of space, With frosty blue of shadows And granite blocks of lace. A world of other glory As weird as indigo, With heaven an inky blackness And milky clouds below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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