SWEEP through me, October trees And uneven bits of sky. These days, no woman dries her hair in the sun. These days, there is no lazy summer peace. Bend the October trees, O wind, Till each seems like a woman of long, loose hair. Sweep the sky to a white Till I find a summer peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER |