I CAN not make you songs for winter singing: The dark trees lifting stark limbs Up to chilly skies Are not more barren than my heart— My heart that in the lush warm flush of autumn Gave prodigally of love and zest of living— But youth and joy Danced on across the far blue hills With autumn; Now through bleak days I huddle meek And silent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |