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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DECEMBER'S GIFT, by DEBRA BRUCE First Line: By shrill decree, as the wind / wills, fall's / bequeathing, brooding | |||
By shrill decree, as the wind wills, fall's bequeathing, brooding beauty is arrested in crisp bequest. It costs a fortune to heat the house in which the child no longer roams in rooms festooned with hope. So why fribble with ribbons another year? Why struggle to unsnag those ancient lights? The arrogance from suffering in which you bask, insufferable to yourself, might pass; even you melt through, your record lows notwithstanding, your starkest days to date which January waits to laminate. http://www.wlu.edu/~shenano | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND BESIDE THE SHORE ROAD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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