Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAPLE TREES, by NAOMI REYNOLDS First Line: Death is life seen in a looking glass Last Line: Now, they fall cold upon my heart. Subject(s): Maple Trees | ||||||||
Death is life seen in a looking glass. When I was alive, The flame of maple leaves scorched my fingers; Now, they fall cold upon my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RED MAPLE LEAVES by KENNETH REXROTH MAPLES IN A SPRUCE FOREST by JOHN UPDIKE VERSES FOR CHILDREN: MAPLE TREE by ZEDA K. AILES JAPANESE MAPLES by JENNIE SCOTT ARNOLD MEAPLE LEAVES BE YOLLOW by WILLIAM BARNES THE MAPLE TREE OVER THE WAY by LEVI BISHOP THE AVENUE by GEORGES BOUTELLEAU THE SONG OF THE SOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |
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