Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WINTRY WASTE, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The boughs they blow across the pane Last Line: That waste is all I see. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
THE boughs they blow across the pane, And my heart is stirred with sudden joy, For I think 't is the shadow of my boy, My long lost boy, come home again To love, and to live with me; And I put the work from off my knee, And open the door with eager haste -- There lieth the cold, wild winter waste, And that is all I see! The boughs they drag against the eaves, I hear them early, I hear them late, And I think 't is the latch of the dooryard gate. Or a step on the frozen leaves. And I say to my heart, he is slow, he is slow, And I call him loud and I call him low, And listen, and listen, again and again, And I see the wild shadows go over the pane. And the dead leaves, as they fall, I hear, and that is all. But fancy only half deceives -- My joys are counterfeits of joy, For I know he never will come, my boy; And I see through my make-believes, Only the wintry waste of snow, Where he lieth so cold, and lieth so low, And so far from the light and me: And boughs go over the window-pane, And drag on the lonely eaves, in vain, -- That waste is all I see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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