Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LATE SPRING, by SALLY WOOD RAUSHENBUSH First Line: I have not seen the spring this year Last Line: Young spring lies dead. Subject(s): Spring; Wellesley College | ||||||||
I HAVE not seen the Spring this year Run like a flame along the hill: Only the winds move, slow as fear; The small, bright birds are still. Perhaps the Spring has loosed her hand, Let fall mayflowers and jonquils after, -- Scorning to fling her buds among Such as have not a song, Scorning to give, as other years, Her daffodils for tears, And bitterly in that gray land Weeps her lost laughter. Perhaps -- a sword in her white side And withered violets on her head -- For all the lovers who have died Young Spring lies dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE |
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