The First Month Of The Year
Read 'The First Month Of The Year' by 'Barry Tebb' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The First Month Of The Year by Barry Tebb
A page of the ‘Kelmscott’ Chaucer
Seen through out cottage window
When the Pennines were blind with snow
Flurrying round the stones.
The fire was low when I began to blow
That single flicker to a flame,
Was I too late, I wondered, the ‘poet in name’
Whose mind runs endlessly
As fingers through an old man’s hair?
(Either way I thought of you and your being there)
A portrait by Velasquez
Seen through the months of silence, vivid
As the door I painted scarlet for our love
When the wind joined us walking the moors;
The sculpture of Brancusi’s Sleeping Muse
Seen against the sadness is more eloquent
Than the sun: there is something I would waken
Other than that ageless sleeper, if I dare,
(The way I dream of you and our being there)
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