Black Spring, by Robert Lowell A half-holiday for the burial. Of course, they punish /
the provincial copper bells for hours; /
terribly the nose tilts up like a tallow candle /...
Black spring, by Vladimir Markov and Merrill Sparks With blare of brass a funeral /
Procession slowly walks... /
A wax-like nose sticks gruesomely /
Up from the coffin-box.
Did he only want some ...
Black spring, by R. H. Morrison (Thawing)
To tollings of copper, the coffin /
Was being borne on its way, /
And, dreadfully tilted up, /
A waxen nose peeped out of it.
Did he...
Black Spring (Thaw), by A. S. Kline Beneath ringing copper — goes /
the coffin on its way, /
terribly tilted the nose, /
like tallow, on display.
Does it want to draw breath, ther...