Leaving the Scene
Two deer are grazing in the shadows
the marsh grass casts across the field
as sunset spreads. Their stand disputes
the dusk, and dark is almost appealed.
A swan glides in a nearby pond—
spotless as an expected snow.
With unwieldy precision, before dark falls,
it takes flight, slow, but straight as a crow.
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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