Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES FOR MARCH, by EDNA CRADDOCK First Line: Old winter trees are etched against a sky Last Line: No poet can with rhyme or reason. Subject(s): March (month) | ||||||||
Old winter trees are etched against a sky Gray like some cloak the wind has tossed aside. Spring or winter -- which, the mad brash crows are cawing. A robin might be nesting in a hedgerow Where some belated drift of snow is thawing. Wild mooded artist of the year -- March. Spring or winter -- which? Could poet half so wildly sing One line of winter, one of spring, Or hold the bold mad rhythm of the wind Against his art he had forever sinned. Imprison not in stately measures The high wild beating of her storm-tried heart; -- Intone the mad abandon of her song No poet can with rhyme or reason. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND AGAIN, MARCH IS ALMOST HERE by JOHN ASHBERY MARCH: A BIRTHDAY POEM by JOHN UPDIKE MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS |
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