Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | March 31, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: A Thunderstorm

by Archibald Lampman (1861 – 1899).

 

A Thunderstorm

 

A moment the wild swallows like a flight

Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,

Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.

The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,

The hurrying centres of the storm unite                                  5

And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe,

Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge,

Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s height,

With the long roar of elm-trees swept and swayed,

And pelted waters, on the vanished plain                              10

Plunges the blast. Behind the wild white flash

That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash,

Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed,

Column on column comes the drenching rain.

 

Notes:

http://www.collectionscanada.gc.ca/canvers/t16-202-e.html

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/garvin/poets/lampman.html


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