Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WINTER PRELUDE, by ALEX R. SCHMIDT First Line: The smoky wind, raw throated, blows Last Line: I never heard in june. Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
The smoky wind, raw throated, blows A harsher note, with sterner spite; The acorn stains the squirrel's nose, The bee planes home in solo flight. So silent is the shadowed wood, A quail call echoes in the sky; I know a startling interlude When a wing opens and brushes by. Yet in this solitary place I hear deep voices sound a tune That in the long and far-off days, I never heard in June. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE A CAGED COYOTE by ALEX R. SCHMIDT |
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