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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FORECAST, by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN Poet's Biography First Line: What days await this woman Last Line: The whirlwind ripen, where he sowed the calm. | |||
WHAT days await this woman, whose strange feet Breathe spells, whose presence makes men dream like wine, Tall, free and slender as the forest pine, Whose form is moulded music, through whose sweet Frank eyes I feel the very heart's least beat, Keen, passionate, and full of dreams and fire: How in the end, and to what man's desire Shall all this yield, whose lips shall these lips meet? One thing I know: if he be great and pure, This love, this fire, this beauty shall endure; Triumph and hope shall lead him by the palm: But if not this, some differing thing he be, That dream shall break in terror; he shall see The whirlwind ripen, where he sowed the calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN A SUNSET AT LES EBOULEMENTS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN APRIL IN THE HILLS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN BETWEEN THE RAPIDS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN IN NOVEMBER by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN |
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