Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH, by DOROTHY DREISBACH First Line: Death took the orange out of the sunshine Last Line: The scar of the wound will always be there. Subject(s): Cold; Death; Grief; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
Death took the orange out of the sunshine And wiped the smile away from the moon She broke the wings of a white butterfly And hid them away in a black papered room. She choked the song of a wee brown eyed thrush Laughed with delight when the world was at war Seized all the perfume from pink ruffled roses And bottled it up in an ugly gray jar. She paralyzed the feet of dance fairies Turned off the lights of an even tide west Pulled all the feathers from petty vain peacocks And stored them away in a blood rusty chest. She twisted the smile of a happy young woman Cut into shreds the spider's web-cloth Stole all the dew gems away from the grasses And wrapped them in silks devoured by the moths. And on cold starless nights when the wind moans Death, wrapped in her filthy blanket of gloom, Mockingly fondles, tortures, and taunts Each captive in that black papered room. No fear has she of ill meaning rivals Of robbery itself she has not a care, For she knows if new life does release the prisoner The scar of the wound will always be there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
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