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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRUNED TREES, by GLORIA GODDARD First Line: A thin shrill row of poplars Last Line: And laugh -- derisively! | |||
A thin shrill row of poplars, Pruned to wall a road, Stands stiff against the sun. Each limb is cut to measure, Almost the leaves are numbered; Their thin heads thrust Narrowed pain Toward the uncaught sky. Their beauty trapped, they stand Defiant! And burn their shadow bars Across the road they guard. Their leaves hum unlearned madrigals To the winking sun. They fling clandestine kisses To a comrade cloud. . . . With synchronized solemnity They yield obeisance to the manor . . . And laugh -- derisively! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE AUREOLA by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |
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