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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THESE DEATHY LEAVES, by JOHN ORLEY ALLEN TATE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Though the grey year scatter these deathy leaves Last Line: With a quick sculpture of a fresh grace. Alternate Author Name(s): Tate, Allen Subject(s): Leaves; Winter | |||
Though the grey year scatter these deadly leaves, Black and blood-red, upon the withered grass, And the frail swallow fly South and weary bees Hush their dull music, I think not all shall pass. I think that in the swift white mind's brain Neurons flash images of a world Undead and deathless, burgeoning again. I think that Spring will come this way, unfurled. I shall not ask what answer will be given To proud questionings, raised when men are lonely In cold house, nor shall I now be shriven: The Spring I seek is in a new face only. A shrunken leaf settles: comes a face With a quick sculpture of a fresh grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE MR. POPE by JOHN ORLEY ALLEN TATE |
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