Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TREES, by NELSON ANTRIM CRAWFORD First Line: Pink-sprinkled summer twilight Last Line: In spite of your faultlessness. Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
The Catalpa Pink-sprinkled summer twilight And soft brown velvet tones Of a violin. The Apple Tree Dance, ma petite cherie, Isn't it spring? And spring doesn't last always, Ma petite cherie. Pines The slow measure of the chanted war song . . . The storm cloud, dull throbbing black against the sky . . . The lover constant though unloved. Poplars Statuesque cold-eyed women In smooth, caress-inviting green silk En promenade. The Oak Yes, William Morris, Here is your heart In a tree, Where you would have it. Yes, it still lives; Every oak is a memory of you. Willows Coquettes tinkle ukeleles Fatuously, Droopily, The exertion tires them -- poor dears! The Ginkgo Heavy Chinese sirup, Lucent, cloying, Drunk on a tiny blue table To the tiny, lotus-scented tinkle Of a temple bell. The Blue Spruce Faultlessly carven jade Is no more faultless than you are, Little tree. But I love you, Little tree, In spite of your faultlessness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX COMRADES AND LOVERS, REST NOT by NELSON ANTRIM CRAWFORD |
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