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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...YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS SOUTHERN PACIFIC by CARL SANDBURG THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE |
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