The Visitor
Sliding in slippers along the house-side
You find fragments of the turkey’s carcass
Beneath the toppled dustbin lid. And there
On the lawn's snow quilt, a line of paw marks.
Town fox, that wraith of winter, soundlessly
Thieved here as frost bit hard and stars shivered.
This bleak morning, under a raw-boned sky
You stoop to examine the frozen tracks
And print yours where a spectral guest came late to share a Christmas dinner. From the
Gable-end a starved wind razors and
From the split gutters icicles hang like fangs.
Q1. What, do you think, is the message in the poem?
Q2. What words/images best capture the harshness of winter?
Sliding in slippers along the house-side
You find fragments of the turkey’s carcass
Beneath the toppled dustbin lid. And there
On the lawn's snow quilt, a line of paw marks.
Town fox, that wraith of winter, soundlessly
Thieved here as frost bit hard and stars shivered.
This bleak morning, under a raw-boned sky
You stoop to examine the frozen tracks
And print yours where a spectral guest came late to share a Christmas dinner. From the
Gable-end a starved wind razors and
From the split gutters icicles hang like fangs.
Q1. What, do you think, is the message in the poem?
Q2. What words/images best capture the harshness of winter?
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