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...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |