Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FIRST SNOW, by ADA CASSELL SELL First Line: The trees are harps for the wind to play Last Line: The man who hunts or the child at play? Subject(s): Snow | ||||||||
The trees are harps for the wind to play, Now loud, now soft, the weirdest lay, Whoever dreamed in the summertime Green boughs could yield to a ghostly rhyme? There's something about the newborn snow That makes the eyes of the children glow, They shout and tumble and run along, Akin to the wind and the treetop's song. A shot rings out from the mountain near, There in the snow are the tracks of deer! And who is the happier, who can say, The man who hunts or the child at play? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHT SUN AFTER HEAVY SNOW by JANE KENYON SNOW FALLING THROUGH FOG by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THE SNOW FAIRY by CLAUDE MCKAY NOT ONLY ESKIMOS by LISEL MUELLER SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 2 by CONRAD AIKEN WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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