Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT Poet's Biography First Line: I push in my house-door wide Last Line: Or, I perish, too, as they. Subject(s): November | ||||||||
I push in my house-door wide. The fallen, sear leaves outside, Aswirl in the autumn wind, Like stealthy souls that have sinned, All shrunken and hectic, dry, Outstrip me and hasten by O'er vestibule, hall and stair, They rattle and battle there; As if to forsake the dead, The swift coming cold, the dread, To flee from the Winter's storm And fawn on the live, the warm, In search of the fire's glow, The Summer dead long ago. But I -- I must close the door, Across the bright, leaf-strewn floor. The leaves underneath my feet Must wander again the street, From hearth and from heart swept away; Or, I perish, too, as they. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DANGEROUS TIME by LINDA PASTAN XMAS COMING by KENNETH REXROTH LUNAR PARAPHRASE by WALLACE STEVENS THE REGION NOVEMBER by WALLACE STEVENS A CALL TO PRAYER by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT |
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