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Sunday, January 14, 2024

January / James Russell Lowell

from Part Second:

    I


There was never a leaf on bush or tree,
The bare boughs rattled shudderingly;
The river was dumb and could not speak,
    For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun;
A single crow on the tree-top bleak
    From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun;
Again it was morning, but shrunk and cold,
As if her veins were sapless and old,
And she rose up decrepitly
For a last dim look at earth and sea.

~~
James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)
from The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

James Russell Lowell biography 

The Vision of Sir Launfal, and other poems, read by Phil Champ. 
Courtesy LibriVox and A Good Channel. (Quoted text begins at 42.17

1 comment:

  1. Cathleen Harvea GuthrieJanuary 14, 2024 at 4:03 PM

    Beautifully written, so well rhymed and articulated! Poetry! 💟💟💟💟💟💟

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