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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOSSIP AT BOW MILLS, by GERALD CHITTENDEN First Line: Blue pines embrace the little church at bow Last Line: Talking me over, clustered round the mill. Subject(s): Gossip | |||
Blue pines embrace the little church at Bow Where four roads tumble down the untrodden hill, And half a dozen houses in the snow Cluster and gossip round the silent mill. They stood there silent in New England wise. One smoked its chimney like a corncob pipe, And one looked at me with unblinking eyes, Testing ironic comment, not yet ripe. And two or three, more female than the rest, Twinkled their attic windows as I passed, Watching, amused, the crazy winter guest Who snowshoed where the deepest drifts were massed. Keen but not hostile was the town of Bow, Breaking its silence as I climbed the hill, Gathered and chuckling in the shadowed snow, Talking me over, clustered round the mill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: NEWS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON VERSES TO J. RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS LETTERS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SKIES CAN'T KEEP THEIR SECRET! by EMILY DICKINSON THREE SISTERS by LILLIAN DURHAM DICKSON A NEW DENOMINATION by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON FAULTS by ELIZABETH JOHANNA GARDEY GOSSIP by ELIZABETH JOHANNA GARDEY HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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