Squall
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The squall sweeps gray-winged across the obliterated hills,
And the startled lake seems to run before it;
From the wood comes a clamor of leaves,
Tugging at the twigs,
Pouring from the branches,
And suddenly the birds are still.
Thunder crumples the sky,
Lightning tears at it.
And now the rain!
The rain-thudding-implacable-
The wind, reveling in the confusion of great pines!
And a silver sifting of light,
A coolness;
A sense of summer anger passing,
Of summer gentleness creeping nearer-
Penitent, tearful,
Forgiven!
About this poem
"Squall" was published in Leonora Speyer's book "A Canopic Jar" (E.P. Dutton & Co., 1921).
About Leonora Speyer
Leonora Speyer was born in Washington, D.C., in 1872. She won the Pulitzer Prize in 1927 for her collection "Fiddler's Farewell" (Knopf, 1926). Speyer died in 1956.
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