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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REWARD, by HARRY WILLIAM NELSON First Line: I cannot speak of time as if it were Last Line: Below me whisper of me to the breeze. | |||
I cannot speak of time as if it were A ribbon slipping smoothly through my hand In quiet passage. It is more: a stir Of sharp and sudden lights that give the land A broken revelation in the dark. For time can leap as suddenly as knives That cut astonished wounds. It leaves the mark Possessive of the blackened boles of lives. But even as the charred and splintered tree, Raising its mute perplexed look to the sky In wonder, draws to it eyes suddenly Forgetful of the leaf-clad trees that sigh, So must I stand while listening to these Below me whisper of me to the breeze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAYAL FOR ISCARIOT by HARRY WILLIAM NELSON FOURTH NIGHT by HARRY WILLIAM NELSON THE FISH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER |
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