Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AND SPRING AGAIN, by JOHN FREEMAN Poet's Biography First Line: In a gray, a gray-green wood Last Line: He trembled, and shrank sighing. Subject(s): Seasons; Spring | ||||||||
IN a gray, a gray-green wood, Where the trees were gray, the mist green, Spring slept under the hood Of Winter, Winter bony and lean, Whose skeleton in the loud, long-breathing wind Rocked, and was ever creaking. In the gray-green wood A voice was speaking. In her sleep, in her dreaming sleep, Spring was speaking. Her voice was it crept from the deep Of the hooded grave? Was it the bones of Winter creaking, The fox stirring, the owl's voice that from distance Did with a mourner's footstep creep? No, Spring was speaking. In a burning, a slow burning wood, Life sank, dying, dying. Fire burned sullen, lingering, Emaciate light stumbled under the flood Of the vast Nubian's hair; But still awhile were uplifted Her sallow arms in the west hemisphere, Her voice was crying. In a black, a smokeless wood, Night spread her sheenless hair. Winter gaunt, unattended, unhonoured stood And stamped on a stony grave. Beware, beware, beware! The owl shrieked, but still Winter hoofed the sod, And still the owl shrieked. Then, at her long crying, He trembled, and shrank sighing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES |
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