The branches,
jointed, pointing
up and out, shine
out like brass.

Upon the heavy
lip of earth
the dog

      &n bsp;at
moments is
possessed and screams:

The rising moon draws
up his blood and hair.

(C) Yvor Winters
03/13/2017


Best Poems of Yvor Winters

• Much In Little
• Alone
• Moonrise
• The Fable
• On Teaching The Young
• Dark Spring
• An October Nocturne
• By The Road To The Air Base
• Where My Sight Goes
• One Ran Before
• Time And The Garden
• The Journey
• John Sutter
• To The Holy Spirit
• To Emily Dickinson
• Night Of Battle
• A Song In Passing
• At The San Francisco Airport
• To A Young Writer
• The Precision
• Sir Gawaine And The Green Knight