Rockbound Coast
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
We think of Maine at dusk, its moon above
The hardness of the ice in sea and near
Pink, pink purpled, lower. Courtly love
Comes swimming up from places lacking cheer,
The scene unfriendly beautiful. The pines
Still dark, a frozen dark, related to
That Gothic love, there trapped in knightly lines
Devoid of hope and therefore evening’s blue,
The bowing color proud above the pink,
Hold majesty of piety for one
Forbidden breast. Desire declines to shrink
Like dwindle of the light from dying sun.
The gray blue clouds are huddled down near black
Of trees. Gray knows the fasting pangs of lack.
0 Comments