Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.

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5 Comments

  1. kayla says:

    I loce this poem, It has amazing imagery. What I need help with is finding the theme of the poem. I cant think of what it could be! If you can help I would greatly appericate it! Email me at sandystrz@comcast.net if you can help. Thanks!

  2. Eva says:

    i did this poem for a speaking piece at my skool and its pretty good..

  3. Jacqueline says:

    This poem is great and opened up my eyes to see better

  4. arancia says:

    So much easiness and so much sense. A great feeling of love to nature, to all the living-beings, and expressed in such a way in which only really great poets can do.

  5. Michelle says:

    I like this poem

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