Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,
As over it the dark clouds creep,
Not menacing or wistful is it,
But plunged in dreary, torpid sleep.
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Great imagery, a work of an intricate mind............ Thanks for sharing.
What a perfect picture of a dark cloudy sky! One can see the lightening flash.
Thanks for sharing this poem reflecting the lightning, thunder and rain suddenly at night times here too!
But the light dies, the darkness fleeing That cloaks the startled, wakeful sky, And all is still... Is a plot being Hatched in the silent wastes on high? .. Very fine poem. tony
morose there is in the heart, menacing or wistful the mind marching favoring the dejection it wanna to possess all like the sky but decaying in the waste of highness...................................
A captivating account of mysticism inherent in the manifestations of nature. A well deserved classic poem of the day.
By night imprisoned! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
One of the best poems by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev........
The title of this ecellent descriptive poem is not GUM but GLUM IS THE SKY
Very beautiful and fascinating data in words about the lightning lights that rise and disappear again. Masterly worded. Congratulations on the price of The Classic Poem Of The Day. Thanks for sharing, dear Poem Hunter and Team. I have enjoyed this fascinating poem. This is sheer poetry, enjoyed the words.
The first four lines are captivating!