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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRAITHS, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Up the wide wind-swept avenue Last Line: A wraith, the girl I used to be. Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. | |||
Up the wide wind-swept avenue A girl and her lover walk tonight -- They are not real, they are wraiths, They cast no shadow in the light. A stinging winter wind is out, They are too happy to be cold, The street lamps make a path for them And pave the empty street with gold. Lightly they tread to an unheard flute, They are too happy to be talking -- Hush, they are wraiths, they are not real, Two gay young ghosts have gone out walking. Into a doorway arched and dim He draws her, and the darkness there Knows if she quivers to a kiss On lips and eyes and wind-blown hair. Now they are fading, they are gone! Often on nights like these I see The slight, triumphant, wilful thing, A wraith, the girl I used to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE |
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