Now every thing that shadowy thought Lets peer with bedlam eyes at me From alleyways and thoroughfares Of cynic and ill memory Lifts a gaunt head, sullenly stares, Shuns me as a child has shunned A whizzing dragonfly that daps Above his mudded pond. Now bitter frosts, muffling the morn In old days, crunch the grass anew; There where the floods made fields forlorn The glinzy ice grows thicker through. The pollards glower like mummies when Thieves break into a pyramid, Inscrutable as those dead men With painted mask and balm-cloth hid; And all the old delight is cursed Redoubling present undelight. Splinter, crystal, splinter and burst; And sear no more with second sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |