A Poem about Icicles

Here’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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2 Responses to “A Poem about Icicles”

  1. amy jackson Says:

    Does anyone know the words to the Spanish kid’s song that starts something like this– Yo tengo un elefante que se llama Trompeto, y mueve los arrejas….. y su mama le dice Portate bien Trompeto,…. chas chas en la colita. Can you help me fill in the blanks?? Thanks!

  2. Monique Says:

    You can find the full lyrics and hear it sung here.

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