"The dark bamboos against the sullen sky" . . . They trace a pattern angular and intricate And pitilessly graceful, in the undulate Swift flowing of the dusk, remote and dim. Surely there is winter in this wind tonight, Where winter never comes, . . . in the low clashing Of stiff bamboos, the interminable dashing Of waves on waves of wind, poured out like grain. And there is winter in the voice of him Who sits beneath, and sings the disconsolate And plaintive strains of @3Willows in the rain@1 And @3Dark bamboos against the sullen sky@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM'S GARLAND: UPON THE UNEMPLOYED by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS JINNY THE JUST by MATTHEW PRIOR QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: ISBRAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY (HIS PUBLISHER) by ROBERT BURNS |