The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;
No separate leaf or single blade is here-
All blend to one.

No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light
Rolls lazily. and slips again to rest.
There is no edged thing in all this night,
Save in my breast.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Dorothy Parker's poem Midnight

2 Comments

  1. dilip says:

    really interesting

  2. Pumpkin says:

    this poem is DA BOMB!! the melancholy palpable, the words so visual… definitely my fave, can anyone top this one! i dun think so ^^

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