Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHANGE, by HELEN FIELD WATSON First Line: An hour ago the sky was closed with gray Last Line: Keeps adding joy to my unstinted bowl? Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
An hour ago the sky was closed with gray; Then March winds fanned the hill and cleared the skies Now there's a wake of racing foam where plies The wind upon the blue. But yesterday The poplar trees were listless. Now, they play With each alluring breeze; their branches rise And wave to grasses in the snow, that lies In valleys, the assurance spring will stay. The earth-smell lifting from the thawing sod Pervades my senses and dilates my soul. A day ago I seemed a moving clod No aspiration, no response, no goal. Is it the breeze, or time of year, or God, Keeps adding joy to my unstinted bowl? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A MORNING PRAYER (FOR A TEACHER) by HELEN FIELD WATSON |
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