11-03-2022, 09:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-04-2022, 11:52 PM by RiverNotch.)
Tonight
Two cold hands ring the vesper bell tonight.
For whom does winter cast its spell tonight?
Out of the gloom, an owl with gems for eyes
darts through the darkest pit of hell tonight.
Frost glistens from what flowers failed to fruit:
what tears these heads scarcely expel tonight!
Over a worn out bone, two mad dogs cry
a canon with the fading knell tonight.
Their trembling ceased, the match girl's fingertips
are scorched by what she failed to sell tonight.
Once rising high, fall's fragrant scents now lie
lifeless beneath a snowy shell tonight.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/5...22f898fcd7
Forgot the identification. This is a ghazal; the poem linked right after is the one from which I stole the refrain and rhyme scheme.
Two cold hands ring the vesper bell tonight.
For whom does winter cast its spell tonight?
Out of the gloom, an owl with gems for eyes
darts through the darkest pit of hell tonight.
Frost glistens from what flowers failed to fruit:
what tears these heads scarcely expel tonight!
Over a worn out bone, two mad dogs cry
a canon with the fading knell tonight.
Their trembling ceased, the match girl's fingertips
are scorched by what she failed to sell tonight.
Once rising high, fall's fragrant scents now lie
lifeless beneath a snowy shell tonight.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/5...22f898fcd7
Forgot the identification. This is a ghazal; the poem linked right after is the one from which I stole the refrain and rhyme scheme.