Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEER IN THE MISTY WOODLOT, by FRED LAPE First Line: My feet were held by grasses bent with snow Last Line: Curtains of life, running into the clear. Subject(s): Deer; Forests; Woods | ||||||||
My feet were held by grasses bent with snow so moist it clung. The fog was like a hood over my head and shoulders. Where the row of cherry met the woodlot, hemlocks stood with lines of spires like saw teeth in the mist. I walked into the quiet outdoor room and saw a clump of snow let go and twist a lower branch and wave it like a plume. Sudden commotion stirred the underbrush growing around a group of rotting stumps. Three deer had turned with a concerted rush and bolted down the hill. I saw their rumps flash white, the hoofs touch ground and spring from it, and where the heavy snow still clung to boughs, the boughs freed once again to swing. The woods were quiet afterward; mist was sifting among the trees. Far off I heard the deer like powers that work and weave behind the shifting curtains of life, running into the clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER LAYING STONE WALL by FRED LAPE |
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