Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE EAGLE FLIES; A SONNET SEQUENCE: 5. THE RED HOUR, by CLEMENT WOOD


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THE EAGLE FLIES; A SONNET SEQUENCE: 5. THE RED HOUR, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The maple burns to airy lemon leaves
Last Line: Until their slow wrath blazed bloodily out.
Subject(s): Red (color)


The maple burns to airy lemon leaves,
With drops of scarlet oozing quaintly through;
The sumach crimsons, under lifted sheaves
Of somber red; wild ivy has a new
Magnificence in lacy threads of fire
Leading from earth to the sky caught in the trees;
The poison ivy is a flaming lyre
To brighten the wind's chilly harmonies.
There is red -- gay red -- on the dogwood; there is red
On the sweetgum; there is dull red on the oak;
The shrubs, the withering herbs, have openly bled
To crimson anger, like a stolid folk
Who stood too long the unobtrusive knout,
Until their slow wrath blazed bloodily out.





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