Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THESE PINES, by KATHARINE WASHBURN HARDING First Line: The pines grow tall, their boughs wide-spread Last Line: Will keep them in his heart, a shrine. Subject(s): Pine Trees; Silence; Trees | ||||||||
The pines grow tall, their boughs wide-spread, Beyond a pasture's level space, In this dim silence shadows fall, It seems a quiet, holy place. These pines apart are not alone, Their branches know the touch of wings, They hear the wind's deep, cadenced breath, The clean, cool sound that water brings. The years sometimes will wreak their will On every tall and tasseled pine, But he who has the need of trees Will keep them in his heart, a shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX AND THERE WAS NO MORE SEA by KATHARINE WASHBURN HARDING |
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