POEM 1 : SUMMER by CHRISTINI ROSSETTI (1830-1894)

Winter is cold hearted,

Spring is yea and nay,

Autumn is weathercock,

Blown every way.

Summer days for me

When every leaf is on its tree.

When Robin’s is not a beggar,

And Jenny Wrens a bride,And larks hang singing,singing,singing

Over the wheat-fields wide,

And anchored lilies ride,

And the pendulum spider

Swings from side to side;

And blue-black beetles transact bussines,

And gnats fly in a host,

And furry catepillars hasten

That no time to be lost

And moths grow fat and thrive

And ladybirds arrive

Before green apples blush,

Before green nuts embrown

Why one day in the country

Is worth a month in town;

Is worth a day and a year

Of the dusty,musty,lag-last fashion

That days drone elsewhere.

POEM 2 : TRAVELING THROUGH THE DARK by WILLIAM STAFFORD

(1914-1993)

Travelling through the dark i found a deer

Dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.

It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:

That road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car

And stood by the heap,a doe,a recent killing;

She had stiffened already,almost cold.

I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me th reason

Her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting

Slive,still,never to be born.

Beside that mountain road i hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parkings lights;

Under the hood purred the steady engine.

I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;

Around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all-my only swerving-

Then pushed her over the edge into the river.

COMPARISON BETWEEN THE TWO POEMS.

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