Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THRILL OF THE FOREST, by PAUL FORT First Line: In the green-lit solitudes of the road beneath the woods as clear, Last Line: Forest leaves, pierced by the scent of smoke from distant villages! Subject(s): Fear; Forests; Soul; Woods | ||||||||
In the green-lit solitudes of the road beneath the woods as clear, reflected light an emerald doth renew -- from moss to canopy roams a white butterfly, but, -- fleeting memory -- already fades from view: The impact of my tread, beneath the gathering night, makes mystical the shade, the pine-trees' towering height, and the road that's lost to sight where my soul had thought to see the splendour, pale and dead, of the tarn's serenity. I shrink from every noise. What may the next one prove? And this shrinking dread I love, and this lurking noise I fear. To sorrows as to joys my soul entire I give. Would I wish to perish here? Or, hidden, there to live? What hour endures for aye 'neath the darkling forest cowl? Is it dawn or death of day, this twilight gloom forlorn? Is it the living souls of trees that from their boles are drawn, or spectres dread of forest monarchs dead that silently return their ancient realms to prowl? To the gesturing fern, the flight of the pheasant I arouse, to the quiet of my feet, to the murmuring infinite of the silence, to the far gulfs, where star succeeds to star, that leaves of whispering boughs in countless myriads beat, to the full moon's frigid ball whence a mute wind doth lull the great frost, suddenly between dark branches ta'en, like quicksilver my soul divides itself tonight only immediately to recombine again! Do I give this soul of mine to sorrows or to joys? I shrink from every noise. What may the next one prove? And this shrinking dread I love and this lurking noise I fear. Would I wish to perish here? Or, hidden, there to live? That which grips me, to caress, then, like a rapier-stroke, through soul and body goes, is all this: joys or griefs? 'Tis the odour of the moss, and of the forest leaves, pierced by the scent of smoke from distant villages! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER A PORTFOLIO OF SKETCHES: THE LITTLE ANNUITANT by PAUL FORT |
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