Moonfrost burnishes the sculptured trees Unmoved beneath the chiseling Of bats that gouge with sharpened wing The rough-edged shadows. Steel on stone . . . Pale splintered chips fall free Where powdered moths flake noiselessly. Cold steel on stone . . . Faint shimmering sparks Are struck. The fireflies with eerie light As tremulous as a distant shout Curve briefly in bright Swooning arcs, Then flicker out. Moonfrost burnishes the sculptured trees. No whispering drapery of breeze Disturbs the stark intensity of night. Only the drone of far-off surf, The mallet's muffled pound, And from the rumpled canvas of the turf The crickets' sound, Echoing steel on stone, Cold steel on stone . . . Interminably. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 25 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |