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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DECEMBER'S GIFT, by DEBRA BRUCE First Line: By shrill decree, as the wind / wills, fall's / bequeathing, brooding | |||
By shrill decree, as the wind wills, fall's bequeathing, brooding beauty is arrested in crisp bequest. It costs a fortune to heat the house in which the child no longer roams in rooms festooned with hope. So why fribble with ribbons another year? Why struggle to unsnag those ancient lights? The arrogance from suffering in which you bask, insufferable to yourself, might pass; even you melt through, your record lows notwithstanding, your starkest days to date which January waits to laminate. http://www.wlu.edu/~shenano | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON SUMMER SHOWER by EMILY DICKINSON OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN S. PHILIP YE DEACON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TIME'S PENDULUM by GRACE O. BOLSTAD |
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