White Fog Poem by Sara Teasdale

White Fog

Rating: 4.8


Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist,
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst.

Ten feet away the solid earth
Changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.

Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 25 December 2016

Amazing landscape covered by mist and fog wherein we find a 'world without a sky, Without the ground, without the sea' has been created in the poem. Thanks.

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Edward Kofi Louis 29 June 2015

To comfort me. Nice work.

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Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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