On a sepia ground Shot with orange light, The pines In blue-black lines; And birches, slender, Diagonal, and white, Stencil compact designs. The inevitable wall, As it leaves the woods, Breaks to a sprawl Of separate stones, Echoing the tones Of sepia and orange With high-lights Of chrome and red, Until they find a bed In the splotched lilac Of the meadow, Or chill to blue in shadow. In the valley's cupped palm Lies a handful of ripening grain. And, riding the high blue calm Over Monadnock, A decorous cloud Is slowly unwinding its skein. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING'S WOOING by NELLIE BRISTOW THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE FOUNT OF TRUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SECOND SQUIRE (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |