The willows grow dark like mist their wind-borne flowers drift like snow husband in a wifeless province wife in a husbandless county each on a different shore of the sky when will they meet again write this line in moon-viewing towers @3no swallow nests allowed@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE: CANTO 1 by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) |