On a sepia ground Shot with orange light, The pines In blue-black lines; And birches, slender, Diagonal, and white, Stencil compact designs. The inevitable wall, As it leaves the woods, Breaks to a sprawl Of separate stones, Echoing the tones Of sepia and orange With high-lights Of chrome and red, Until they find a bed In the splotched lilac Of the meadow, Or chill to blue in shadow. In the valley's cupped palm Lies a handful of ripening grain. And, riding the high blue calm Over Monadnock, A decorous cloud Is slowly unwinding its skein. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG |