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The Storm

Text of Poem

A storm struck down the old willow
last night, and morning saw it laid
out on the lawn. I touch the tangled
branches where a child I knew lived
in their green world and flew
to its shelter on summer’s wings.
An empty bird’s nest cast aside
like a tattered cap bids good-bye
to the boy who rode in innocence
above the familiar yard on rough
barked boughs. With his pie-plate shield
and barrel-stave sword he galloped
through a wood of unaccountable terrors
and one still lives with me and moves
like wind through dry leaves, whispers
the hours, as I remember my brother
at arms felled by a storm like the willow.

First Line
A storm struck down the old willow
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1965
Original Citation
Colorado Quarterly 14 (Summer 1965) 26.
Complete Poems
157
Hearst Collections
Word Count
113
Poetic Form
open
Themes
Twitter Quote
A storm struck down the old willow / last night, and morning saw it laid / out on the lawn.