Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER THE TORNADO, by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Last eve the earth was calm, the heavens Last Line: Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire! Subject(s): Tornadoes | ||||||||
LAST eve the earth was calm, the heavens were clear; A peaceful glory crowned the waning west, And yonder distant mountain's hoary crest The semblance of a silvery robe did wear, Shot through with moon-wrought tissues; far and near Wood, rivulet, field -- all Nature's face -- expressed The haunting presence of enchanted rest. One twilight star shone like a blissful tear, Unshed. But now, what ravage in a night! Yon mountain height fades in its cloud-girt pall; The prostrate wood lies smirched with rain and mire; Through the shorn fields the brook whirls, wild and white; While o'er the turbulent waste and woodland fall, Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TORNADO SURVIVOR by HEATHER MCHUGH TORNADO WEATHER by ERIC PANKEY TORNADO WARNING by KARL SHAPIRO FROST TEXAS TORNADO BLUES by TEXAS ALEXANDER GREAT PLAINS TORNADO by JIM BARNES A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE |
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