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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I WAIT, by HAROLD CRAWFORD STEARNS First Line: Day-long, night-long Last Line: A sob in the lonely trees. Subject(s): Solitude; Waiting; Loneliness | |||
Day-long, night-long, All that come to me Are the terrible mutter of the wind And the murmur of the sea. Brave years, mad years, Hoped I, on my door Would ring the hilt of a queen's badine, Or the sword some Villon bore. Down life,—all life,— Never came but these: A flickering moan through my chimney-place, A sob in the lonely trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES MY CHILDREN by HAROLD CRAWFORD STEARNS |
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