Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WET JUNE DAY, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Scents, sounds as of november fill the air Last Line: A windy west, the color of a rose. Subject(s): Rain | ||||||||
SCENTS, sounds, as of November fill the air: Of myriad blossoms down wet pathways strown; Of ragged leaves off steaming branches blown And dropped into dank hollows here and there. Keen little gusts go whirling through the hush, Driving the mist before them up the lane. And lo, the lovely world grows ours again! -- The orchard fences, the one eider bush, Prone with its white face in the thick drenched grass, The rows of apple-trees, gnarled, dripping, sweet, The highway with its pools agleam like glass; Then, as still speeds the mist on shining feet, Meadow, and wood, peaked roofs -- beyond them shows A windy west, the color of a rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISTANT RAINFALL by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 32 by JAMES JOYCE HEAVY SUMMER RAIN by JANE KENYON CROWD CORRALLING by MARGARET AVISON THE RAIN-POOL by KARLE WILSON BAKER ON THE GREAT ATLANTIC RAINWAY by KENNETH KOCH A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |
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