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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WINTER PIECE, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: A little while ago Last Line: "where are my blossoms now?" Subject(s): Winter | |||
A LITTLE while ago The radiant Summer, with her azure eyes And flower-crowned head, had shaken down a snow Of lovely blossoms, fairer than the Spring, Till these bare boughs were white and glittering, And wild, sweet, panting birds stopped here to sing A little while ago. As if a passing cloud Let loose some flakelets from his downy breast, To hide thy bareness in a dazzling shroud, O tree, the blossoms fell! More fair than these Are not foam-flakes that whiten Summer seas, Frail blossoms drifted by a lang'rous breeze As from a passing cloud. Where are these blossoms now? Answer, wild winds and ghostly Winter, king Who reigneth with white beard and ice-bound brow. Alas, alas! poor tree, so gaunt and bare, Sad skies, cold snows, and silence ev'rywhere; Only thy mournful whisper stirs the air, "Where are my blossoms now?" ... A little while ago I knew a young child-heart, as free from care, And pure and perfect as pale fallen snow, Full of sweet dreams—"Spring buds are never dead, And Summer follows fast on Summer's tread; The world is good, and men are true," she said A little while ago. This heart is wiser now. Her dreams are shattered, lightly blown away, Like Summer blossoms from a Summer bough. Like thee, O tree, whose buds with Spring are gone, The heart that lost its dreams with youth's gold dawn In life's pathetic winter-time must mourn: "Where are my blossoms now?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE A PORTRAIT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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