|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE QUEST OF THE PURPLE-RINGED, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I felt the chill of the meadow underfoot, Last Line: For summer was done Subject(s): Snails | |||
I felt the chill of the meadow underfoot But the sun o'erhead; And snatches of verse and song of scenes like this I sung or said. I skirted the margin alders for miles and miles In a sweeping line; The day was the day by every flower that blooms, But I saw no sign. Yet further I went before the scythes should come, For the grass was high; Till I saw the path where the slender fox had come And gone panting by. Then at last and following that I found In the very hour When the color flushed to the petals, it must have been - The far-sought flower. There stood the purple spires, with no breath of air Or headlong bee To disturb their perfect poise the livelong day Neath the aldertree! I only knelt and, putting the boughs aside Looked, or at most Counted them all to the buds in the copper depth, Pale as a ghost. Then I arose and silent wandered home, And I for one Said that the fall might come and whirl of leaves, For summer was done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CROWS WHO TRY TO BE CORMORANTS DROWN by LEE ANN RORIPAUGH FOR A FIVE-YEAR-OLD by KAREN FLEUR ADCOCK LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING CONSIDERING THE SNAIL by THOMSON WILLIAM GUNN |
| |