1. Gwen Harwood's Poetry And How It Appeals To Me
... , and is very upset to find when she wakes that nighttime is almost there. It is dusk, and cold. I kneel to pick frail melancholy flowers among ashes and loam. The melting west is striped like ice cream. While I try whistling a trill, close by his nest our blackbird frets and strops his beak indifferent to Scarlatti's song. Ambiguous light. Ambiguous sky. This ... intensifies the mood; this is seen when she calls the flowers "melancholy." The person then begins to remember things from her childhood, these being triggered by what she sees, "The melting west," the sunset, and the rest of t...
- Word Count: 1594
- Approx Pages: 6
- Grade Level: High School