Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

A WINTER PICTURE



An air as sharp as steel, a sky
    Pierced with a million points of fire;
The level fields, hard, white and dry,
    A road as straight and tense as wire.

No hint of human voice or face

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    In frost below or fire above,
Save where the smoke’s blue billowing grace
    Flies flaglike from the roofs of love. [Page 44]