Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STORM IS OVER, by GRAYCE FERBITZ KNUDSON First Line: Low in the west, the sun imparts a glow Last Line: Is ever followed by tranquility. Subject(s): Storms | ||||||||
Low in the west, the sun imparts a glow Of winey red to the quiescent world. The storm is over. Now the smoke is curled From lighted hearths through chimneys couched in snow. The long drifts ranged in horizontal bands Bear on their crests an ornamental frieze And from scant shelter of the leafless trees The junco makes his querulous demands. For every hour of storm there is a calm Of deep import; fear not the storm but know Where hearths are tended, there content will grow And in fruition yield an ageless balm And every storm that blows on land or sea Is ever followed by tranquility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO DEPARTED by GRAYCE FERBITZ KNUDSON |
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