Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WITH STAIN OF THE GRAPE, by HALA JEAN HAMMOND First Line: Wild thing the wind is Last Line: The heart knows best. Subject(s): Desire; Faith; Hearts; Love; Belief; Creed | ||||||||
Wild thing the wind is, A bird in its bosom; Fire is a banner And thunder a stay; But a heart's full leaning Is to faithless lover, For the heart has a way ... Life and her wisdom Etchings of silver Ravish an altar Cold, on the breast; Wind, fire and shadow Bleed in a flagon The heart knows best. Blown bird nesting Cry in the darkness; Waiting the flaming Of outcast desire; Waiting the bruising Of ash, and the purple Rage of the fire. Crush the grapes madly, Lips stain darkly! (Still lies the bird note On wind's curved breast.) Empty the flagon, . . Its ripe wine bleeding: The heart knows best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTION by MINA LOY A STUDY IN RED; FROM THE OLD MASTERS by HALA JEAN HAMMOND |
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