I SAID to the cuckoo: "Till I die Tell me how many years must pass!" Pines were waving in the sky, Yellow light fell on the grass. Came no answer: all was still In that leafy place. As I walked home the wind blew chill On my burning face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON |