To move into it again, as it was, the cows rattling in black stalls, lowing beneath the wind, the elm against the barn, thrashing there as shadow, all loose boards creaking, the moon drawn, pushed rolling white by wind and fat, bone white snow-and-flour white white white moving into the puddle by the lilacs, whiter there, rippling white beneath dark green twisting petals. To be silvered by her as the barn, the grass, the manure pile, the lilacs, to look again at the reflection of her huge eye in water. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SICKNESS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE OLD MAN OF VERONA by CLAUDIAN SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A DISTANT FRIEND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |