A steady wind. A childhood that waits for us as daffodils shed their husks on a shore where no one has wept for years. There is another world, time enough for walks, for testimonies of wood in a cast-iron stove. A decrescendo. A wilderness on fire. Then rain. Finally snow with no one's footprints in it. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST HIC VIR, HIC EST' by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TROILUS AND CRESSIDA: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |