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A Poem about Icicles
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008Here’s a beautiful poem that you can share with a child in your life. It’s about icicles hanging from trees in the cold winter night. It was written by Elinor Wylie (1885 – 1928).
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The icicles wreathing
On trees in festoon
Swing, swayed to our breathing:
They’re made of the moon.She’s a pale, waxen taper;
And these seem to drip
Transparent as paper
From the flame of her tip.Molten, smoking a little,
Into crystal they pass;
Falling, freezing, to brittle
And delicate glass.Each a sharp-pointed flower,
Each a brief stalactite
Which hangs for an hour
In the blue cave of night.
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