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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITE BIRCHES OF NEW ENGLAND, by KATHRYN WHITE RYAN Poet's Biography
First Line: Ghosts of tall lonely women, birches crowd
Last Line: Sprinkling new england's wastes with loveliness.
Subject(s): Birch Trees
First Line: Ghosts of tall lonely women, birches crowd
Last Line: Sprinkling new england's wastes with loveliness.
Subject(s): Birch Trees
Ghosts of tall lonely women, birches crowd
Into a cellar hole, -- a crumbled home.
Up quivering hills like spectral girls they roam
In bridal satin given them for shroud.
On ivory keyboards edging some dim wood,
Forlorn they play a broken spinet-chord.
The sunlight bares their white brows to the Lord,
Robes them and steeples in one sisterhood.
Waters of Time descending do not shake
Even the mirror of the shrinking lake . . .
Snows blow disorder through their rusty hair . . .
They wait, these women with an austere air,
These stranded snowflakes in a lost recess
Sprinkling New England's wastes with loveliness.
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THE YOUNG BIRCH by ROBERT FROST
THE TURNING OF THE LEAVES by VERNON WATKINS
TO A BIRCH TREE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING
WHITE BIRCHES by MARY BRADLEY BRAMHALL
BLASTING by KATHRYN WHITE RYAN