Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIND-SWEPT TREE, by ZENOBIA CRUTCHER FEINEMAN First Line: I do not miss Last Line: And bloom around my feet. Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
I do not miss The limbs I lost, nor mind the scars I won in thick of battle's heat Because of this -- Anemones now share my sun and stars And bloom around my feet. | 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 TWO GENERATIONS by ZENOBIA CRUTCHER FEINEMAN |
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