Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLEET STORM, by GLENNYS RIVOLA First Line: There is a thought that haunts me in the night Last Line: Is pain the only soil where splendor grows? Subject(s): Affliction; Beauty; Ice; Night; Storms; Bedtime | ||||||||
There is a thought that haunts me in the night When sleet drums ghostly fingers on the pane, And stinging pellets mixed with icy rain Clothe everything in ice. In truth, the sight Is beautiful at morning till the bright Intolerable flame is almost pain When sunlight turns the anguished trees again, Each one to sudden glory on a height. It is ingratitude that I should see A parable in all this loveliness, Or do I see quite truly that a tree Creates this frozen glittering quietness In agony from which all beauty flows? Is pain the only soil where splendor grows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN FOR YELLOW VIOLETS by GLENNYS RIVOLA |
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