Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARCH AFTERNOON, by LYDIA LITTELL First Line: The moon's a faint vignette of gray Last Line: And would not come again. Subject(s): March (month); Solitude; Loneliness | ||||||||
The moon's a faint vignette of gray Upon a pale blue field; The far-off hills are phantom shaped With features unrevealed; The chary sun has in his cup But wine enough to taste, And shadow-fingers thin and cold Are loosely interlaced. The misty spaces stretch unknown And measureless; the pall Of silence lies in fold on fold Profoundly over all. There is in the incomparable Remoteness of this hour A spectral beauty on the world As of a pale, strange flower, But in the heart a loneliness Too wan, too still for pain, As if all spirit had withdrawn And would not come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES |
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