Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDWINTER ABSENCE, by EVAN LODGE First Line: My love, when next the small soft feathered fifes Last Line: My love, of hope and fear and wonderings. Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
My love, when next the small soft feathered fifes Of spring streak north across the changeful sky -- When we walk side by side again, and life's Great growing evidences prophesy The color and shape of May's brocade of flowers, And the brook's an old dog, rumbling in his throat: What shall we have of sad and happy hours? From day to day we tune the future's note And seek to fill the mind's vast eager craw With gulped-down earnest of time's cryptic fare: If we could know all, taste all, see all -- ah, But knowing all we'd still be in the snare Of time! The winter holds a thousand springs, My love, of hope and fear and wonderings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 29 by JAMES JOYCE |
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