Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HOUR BEFORE THE HURRICANE, by EDNA WORTHLEY UNDERWOOD


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THE HOUR BEFORE THE HURRICANE, by                    
First Line: Sad, shaken, this - the field of proserpine
Last Line: And storm -- and night -- blot out the carib sea.
Subject(s): Hurricanes; Sonnet (as Literary Form)


Sad, shaken, this -- the Field of Proserpine,
Grey, twilight-covered, where the night-stars die,
Where suns come not though countless flowers fly
Their long white silken petals cold and fine.
Swift-footed love comes not with quest divine,
Nor hurried form of youth sways gracefully;
The ghost-flowers wilder shake their petals free
And lonelier the long sea-meadows shine.

Smooth sterile meadows! Now the winds are still
In fear before the greater ruin of Death
Who comes a conqueror, armed cap-a-pie.
Behold! Black copper-corsetleted, with will,
His feet crush down foam-flowers that faint for breath,
And storm -- and night -- blot out the Carib Sea.





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