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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TEARS ARE BUT SPINDRIFT, by HELEN FRAZEE-BOWER First Line: When little leaves are leaning to the light Last Line: Tears are but spindrift in the face of this. Alternate Author Name(s): Bower, W. M., Mrs. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | |||
When little leaves are leaning to the light, Tears are but spindrift, blown along the dark. Who hopes to hug his heart-break, has the night; But when the dawn spills silver, and the lark Spills music, and the languid lips of leaves Loosen to let out laughter, there is less Than shadow, even, of the thing that grieves, Skirting our lost horizon of distress. The heart, however faithful to its pain, Has found no armor to withstand the way Of each new morning coming back again, As though it were the world's initial day, Weighted with wonder woe cannot dismiss. Tears are but spindrift in the face of this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS HOW OFTEN SIMON by HELEN FRAZEE-BOWER |
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