Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STILLNESS OF THE FROST, by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS Poet's Biography First Line: Out of the frost-white wood comes winnowing through Last Line: The grace of thine austerity sublime! Subject(s): Frost; Life; Love; Time | ||||||||
Out of the frost-white wood comes winnowing through No wing; no homely call or cry is heard. Even the hope of life seems far deferred. The hard hills ache beneath their spectral hue. A dove-grey cloud, tender as tears or dew, From one lone hearth exhaling, hangs unstirred, Like the poised ghost of some unnamed great bird In the ineffable pallor of the blue. Such, I must think, even at the dawn of Time, Was thy white hush, O world, when thou lay'st cold, Unwaked to love, new from the Maker's word, And the spheres, watching, stilled their high accord, To marvel at perfection in thy mould, The grace of thine austerity sublime! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS |
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