Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAINT FRANCIS IN WINTER, by RUTH KNOWLES First Line: It is a sorry slight to leave out there Last Line: If so he yet can speak, he knows not death. Subject(s): Ice; Snow; Stones; Winter; Granite; Rocks | ||||||||
It is a sorry slight to leave out there A stone Saint Francis now when birds have gone With snow upon his head, and in his hands A ball of it -- though he would never throw Snowballs at anyone, not even when A hunter's feathered arrow or a gun Works deadly harm to pheasant or to wren. His Christmas sword of ice is buckled on. Assisi's frostiest day but made his breath A flight of incense, rise to meet the sun. He taught his brother pigeons Latin prayer. Perhaps it is not vain that there he stands, A stone made gentler than the gentle snow; If so he yet can speak, he knows not death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONE'S SECRET by MARGARET AVISON CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH OF THE STONES OF THE PLACE by ROBERT FROST THE EYE IN THE ROCK by JOHN HAINES THE HEAD ON THE TABLE by JOHN HAINES |
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