Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OAK TORCH, by JULIA BOYNTON GREEN Poet's Biography First Line: Now sober autumn walks the mountain ways Last Line: Where a lone oak thrusts forth her great flambeau! Subject(s): Oak Trees | ||||||||
Now sober Autumn walks the mountain ways. Spent the bright hoard of Summer's almonry. Famished for color, the importunate eye Must feed on crumbs. This shrunken wand displays One solitary disk of purple rays Circling a tarnished sun. Wild gooseberry Has splashed her faded skirt with ruby dye. Stray bluebirds fledged in sapphire lure the gaze. In covert snug a thrifty sword-fern hides Last plumes from searching fingers of the frost. Then -- wonderful! -- where the stark canon sides Lean closer, dark with ooze and richly mossed, A yellow flare -- a sudden splendid glow Where a lone oak thrusts forth her great flambeau! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUNKEN WINTER by JOSEPH CERAVOLO THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A POET - SELF-SLAIN by JULIA BOYNTON GREEN |
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