Spicewood Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Spicewood

Rating: 3.2


The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, the homeliest thing of all--
At sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish, town-caught airs--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!

It is as though the young Year, ere he pass,
To the white riot of the cherry tree,
Would fain accustom us, or here, or there,
To his new sudden ways with bough and grass,
So starts with what is humble, plain to see,
And all familiar as a cup, a chair.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 04 February 2013

I like this poem. It turns me up side down. great write.

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Paul Reed 04 February 2014

The white riot of the cherry tree. Great imagery and appreciation of otherwise unnoticed things

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 August 2024

A beautiful poem nicely executed. Marvelous theme.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 August 2024

Her poetry, remarkable for its intensity and concision, has been compared to that of Emily Dickinson.CONGRATS being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 August 2024

This juxtaposition suggests a transition from youth to maturity, with the humble spicewood representing the familiar and comforting, while the cherry tree symbolizes the excitement and uncertainty of the future.

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* Sunprincess * 01 June 2014

..........cherry trees are truly a thing of beauty....

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Colleen Courtney 19 May 2014

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

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