Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROBIN IN HAWTHORN, by JOHN FREEMAN Poet's Biography First Line: The robin flaunts his tawny bosom Last Line: On the bones of winter. Subject(s): Robins; Seasons | ||||||||
THE Robin flaunts his tawny bosom Amid the smouldering Autumn thorn Long after the last corn Is carted, and new ridges shine With late rain dabbled. The Robinother birds are shriller In these withdrawing hours, And other sweetness pours From the sun's frugal shine Through lengthening lattice. But Robinthou art the bird that faces Death's rugged nodding brow. Thy song, that lights us now, Less brave is than thy breast that blazes On the bones of Winter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY by MEENA ALEXANDER AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR |
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