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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LATE AUTUMN, EARLY WINTER, by MARJORIE MEEKER First Line: Late autumn, early winter... Down the mothless Last Line: Live without breath. Subject(s): Contrariness; Witchcraft & Witches | |||
Late autumn, early winter . . . Down the mothless Evening I fear the flick of ghostly wings Through that faint falling silver where the deathless Tide of the dead moon swings. I fear the sleepers in the desolate garden -- Purple and gold and blue -- How shall they cease Their thoughts of flame? Would they not cast the burden Of brittle winter peace, The little cold, the doom so light to sever -- Burst in a blaze of color through the shell Of winter witchery till sleep gives over The shattered sullen spell? Late autumn, early winter . . . I fear this glimmer Of creeping frost, this delicate half-death. Beneath it all the savage fires of summer Live without breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILD WITCHES' BALL by JACK PRELUTSKY POT MACABRE by DONALD DAVIDSON CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL AIRS FOR A FLUTE by MARJORIE MEEKER |
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