Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EAGLE FLIES; A SONNET SEQUENCE: 5. THE RED HOUR, by CLEMENT WOOD Poet's Biography First Line: The maple burns to airy lemon leaves Last Line: Until their slow wrath blazed bloodily out. Subject(s): Red (color) | ||||||||
The maple burns to airy lemon leaves, With drops of scarlet oozing quaintly through; The sumach crimsons, under lifted sheaves Of somber red; wild ivy has a new Magnificence in lacy threads of fire Leading from earth to the sky caught in the trees; The poison ivy is a flaming lyre To brighten the wind's chilly harmonies. There is red -- gay red -- on the dogwood; there is red On the sweetgum; there is dull red on the oak; The shrubs, the withering herbs, have openly bled To crimson anger, like a stolid folk Who stood too long the unobtrusive knout, Until their slow wrath blazed bloodily out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEBRUARY: THE BOY BREUGHEL by NORMAN DUBIE THE TWO FLAMES by ELOISE BRITON RED IS FOR WINTER by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN THE SCARLET FEATHER by HAZEL RAWSON CADES POPPIES OF THE RED YEAR; A SYMPHONY IN SCARLET by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER I KNOW THE WAY OF THE WILD BLUSH ROSE by WILLARD EMERSON KEYES THE PRESCIENCE OF THE ROSE by ANGELA MORGAN |
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