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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDWINTER SUNSET, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography
First Line: The clouds blown together, like ragged whorls of smoke
Last Line: A frightened squirrel scurries off in dismay.
Subject(s): Evening; Winter; Sunset; Twilight
First Line: The clouds blown together, like ragged whorls of smoke
Last Line: A frightened squirrel scurries off in dismay.
Subject(s): Evening; Winter; Sunset; Twilight
The clouds blown together, like ragged whorls of smoke,
Stretch long and twisted fingers up in the west:
And in their grip hangs weltering, half extinguished,
The ruby of the sun.
The wind like a cripple rolls over dark purple moors;
And in the hollows the old bare beeches sing
A ballad of winter, while in their dry, stirring leaves
A frightened squirrel scurries off in dismay.
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