Primavera in the North
Read 'Primavera in the North' by 'Elinor Wylie' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Primavera in the North by Elinor Wylie
She has danced for leagues and leagues,
Over thorns and thistles,
Prancing to a tune of Griegg's
Performed on willow whistles.
Antelopes behold her, dazed,
Velvet-eyed, and furry;
Polar flowers, crackle-glazed,
Snap beneath her hurry.
In a wig of copper wire,
A gown of scalloped gauzes,
She capers like a flame of fire
Over Arctic mosses.
All her tears have turned to birds,
All her thoughts of dolour
Paint the snow with scarlet words
And traceries of colour.
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