Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FURNESS, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: From my low window I behold Last Line: On wood and hill and waterway. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Evening; Flowers; Gold; Roses; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
FROM my low window I behold No skies but just a golden wood, A stretch of golden grass, and gold Sheep in the golden solitude. Somewhere the sunset turns to rose, And all the world is faintly pink, Lit through with golden fires and those Rose pools where rosy cattle drink. Deepens the rose, a fairy hill They call the Lamb's Back, softly curled, Is now a rosy lamb and still Grows rosier in a rosy world. Awhile my window holds the gold, The rose, before they fall to grey Ashes of roses, still and cold, On wood and hill and waterway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE |
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