Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by ANDRE-FERDINAND HEROLD Poet's Biography First Line: Now with the black grape's blood the barrels flow Last Line: Above the drowsy avenues and drear. Subject(s): Flowers; Sonnet (as Literary Form) | ||||||||
NOW with the black grape's blood the barrels flow, And happy songs rise to the welkin's height From vine-dressérs whose gladness seems a slight To forest boughs made voluble with woe. Sere leaves and unconsoléd murmur "Lo! Autumn on branch and tree-bole like a blight, While men, in our dire misery's despite, About their toil with heartless singing go. "You laugh, poor simple churls, that I have no mind For Winter stark swift-striding down the wind, The slayer of the leaves. Poor fools that sing, And hail Death's coming!" But still loud and clear Sound the glad carols of the vintaging Above the drowsy avenues and drear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MAROZIE by ANDRE-FERDINAND HEROLD |
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