Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE EAGLE FLIES; A SONNET SEQUENCE: 7. FORECAST, by CLEMENT WOOD


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THE EAGLE FLIES; A SONNET SEQUENCE: 7. FORECAST, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: There was a summer flame I knew, a slim
Last Line: The splendors of long springs budding in love.
Subject(s): Spring


There was a summer flame I knew, a slim
Gladiolus, a flame out of the dust.
Its hot magnificence at last grew dim,
Its thin green swords dulled with the autumn's rust,
And it was dead, men told me. But I knew
That out of sight, and huddled underneath,
The next year's beauty curled, and slowly grew
Complete within its squat repulsive sheath.
Sear the red flower, and the next spring's bud
Folds hidden, to its final petalled wonder;
Sear the green leaves, and the green hidden blood
Builds a new splendor out of sight: as under
Our desolate days, our withered winter, move
The splendors of long springs budding in love.





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