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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPICEWOOD, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky
Last Line: And all familiar as a cup, a chair.
Subject(s): Fireplaces; Wood
First Line: The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky
Last Line: And all familiar as a cup, a chair.
Subject(s): Fireplaces; Wood
THE spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist, unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high.
It is the first, the homeliest thing of all --
At sight of it, the lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish town-caught airs --
A thing so honey-colored and so tall!
It is as though the young Year, ere he pass,
To the white riot of the cherry tree,
Would fain accustom us, or here, or there,
To his new sudden ways with bough and grass,
So starts with what is humble, plain to see,
And all familiar as a cup, a chair.
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