Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 28, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Before the Rain

by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 – 1935).

Before the Rain

The poplar shows its white teeth to the gust,
Driven out the east and up the still highway;
The alders bow like reeds. A cloud of dust
Whirls by, and with it scents from hollows gray,
Scents from a hundred fields, the petals fair                               5
Of blossoming brambles by the fence a-row.
The wind passes, and Lo, each bush is bare!
There at the gate, the one rose late agrow
Lies in the path, a little quaking heap
Of crimson leaves. The lily there is now                                     10
A little snow blown through the grasses deep.
Light airs and gentle sounds haunt blade and bough;
Then, in the silence following again,
Fall sudden-sweet great drops of silver rain.

Notes:
http://www.enotes.com/poetry-criticism/reese-lizette-woodworth
http://www.encyclopedia.com/topic/Lizette_Woodworth_Reese.aspx

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