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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MID-MARCH, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: It is too early for white boughs, too late
Last Line: Plunged to the hilt into a pitch black cloud.
Subject(s): March (month)
First Line: It is too early for white boughs, too late
Last Line: Plunged to the hilt into a pitch black cloud.
Subject(s): March (month)
IT is too early for white boughs, too late
For snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fall
A few last flakes, ragged and delicate.
Down the stripped roads the maples start their small,
Soft, 'wildering fires. Stained are the meadow stalks
A rich and deepening red. The willow-tree
Is woolly. In deserted garden-walks
The lean bush crouching hints old royalty,
Feels some June stir in the sharp air and knows
Soon 'twill leap up and show the world a rose.
The days go out with shouting; nights are loud;
Wild, warring shapes the wood lifts in the cold:
The moon's a sword of keen, barbaric gold,
Plunged to the hilt into a pitch black cloud.
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