Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TANKA, by ELIZABETH HAYNES SANDS First Line: The beech leaves falling Last Line: Of withered palsied fingers. Subject(s): Autumn; Death; Leaves; Seasons; Fall; Dead, The | ||||||||
The beech leaves falling From brittle twigs are like bits Of yellowed paper Dropping from the nerveless grasp Of withered palsied fingers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND AFTERNOON by ELIZABETH HAYNES SANDS |
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