Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GHOSTS, by MARGUERITE MOOERS MARSHALL First Line: They call you cold new england Last Line: To guard the flames below! Subject(s): Ghosts; New England; Supernatural; Witchcraft & Witches | ||||||||
They call you cold New England, But underneath your snow Is blood as red as roses That in your gardens blow. The God that lights your forests With torch of cardinal flower, Forbids that ever the Puritan Escape his crimson hour. The flame that skims brown furrows -- The scarlet tanager's breast, Is sign to preacher and ploughman Of dreams that haunt their rest. When witch and warlock perished By fagot, scaffold and tree, Their tortures slew their bodies But set their spirits free! In freedom gliding, gloating, Through the haunts their children claim The swollen ghosts of the wicked Grow fat on new-wrought shame. The old, sweet evil lingers, The demon of uncontrol, And madness creeps and crouches In every haggard soul. And he who held moon revels In Salem forests deep, Well loves his hypocrite servants Nor seeks to spoil their sleep. They call you cold New England -- But surely even your snow Is drift not of ice but of ashes, To guard the flames below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILD WITCHES' BALL by JACK PRELUTSKY POT MACABRE by DONALD DAVIDSON CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL MEMORIAL DAY, POST-WAR by MARGUERITE MOOERS MARSHALL |
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