Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

Spicewood - Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
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Comments about Spicewood by Lizette Woodworth Reese

  • Gold Star - 14,840 Points * Sunprincess * (6/1/2014 6:10:00 PM)

    ..........cherry trees are truly a thing of beauty.... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/19/2014 10:44:00 AM)

    Hmmm....I don't think I'm as enchanted by this piece as much as some others of the lost. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,601 Points Paul Reed (2/4/2014 6:07:00 AM)

    The white riot of the cherry tree. Great imagery and appreciation of otherwise unnoticed things (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/4/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    I like this poem. It turns me up side down. great write. (Report) Reply








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