Uproarious month! Spent winter's dying wrath, Howling across the waste and charging down Upon the groaning woodland's shrieking town, Lashing the helpless boughs, and in thy path Scattering thy spoils in hapless aftermath;— Blow, blow thy spirit's turbulence, and frown Thy darkest from the sullen skies, and crown Thy war with all the rage that winter hath! Thou stormy image of the turbid soul Swollen with winter of its barren pride, The monstrous lion of anger roaring there With raucous breath and rending all the air With fearful bellowings, that rush and roll Mad whirlwinds heaping ruin far and wide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |