Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITE BIRCHES, by NELLIE HURLBURT WHITNEY First Line: Pale birches always make me think Last Line: Or can it not be told? Subject(s): Convents; Nuns; Religion; Sisters; Theology | ||||||||
Pale birches always make me think Of nuns in convent dress, Who, from a rough world gently shrink And small white sins confess. White Sisters walking modestly Together two by two With solemn whispered litany From rustling leaves to you. Oh, will you take a novice in Among your sheltered fold And tell how peacefulness you win Or can it not be told? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY CABIN AT TARLETON by NELLIE HURLBURT WHITNEY |
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