Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WINTER, by PAUL MAYER First Line: All the roads are lost Last Line: And pecks his breast and side. Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
All the roads are lost, Vanished under snows, Only a blind man goes Through the shuddering frost. And in meagre grey Stand the nun-like trees, Penitents whose knees Tremble as they pray. Once more crucified, The naked Christ hangs here, A hungry crow flies near And pecks His breast and side. | 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 |
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