Warning of Winter By Mary Ursula Bethell

Warning of Winter

By Mary Ursula Bethell

Give over, now, red roses;

Summer-long you told us,

Urgently unfolding, death-sweet, life-red,

Tidings of love. All’s said. Give over.

Summer-long you placarded

Leafy shades with heart-red

Symbols. Who knew not love at first knows now,

Who had forgot has now remembered.

Let be, let be, lance-lilies,

Alert, pard-spotted, tilting

Poised anthers, flaming; have done flaming fierce;

Hard hearts were pierced long since, and stricken.

Give to the blast your thorn-crowns

Roses; and now be torn down

All you ardent lilies, your high-holden crests,

Havocked and cast to rest on the clammy ground.

Alas, alas, to darkness

Descends the flowered pathway,

To solitary places, deserts, utter night;

To issue in what hidden dawn of light hereafter?

But one, in dead of winter,

Divine Agape, kindles

Morning suns, new moons, lights starry trophies;

Says to the waste: Rejoice, and bring forth roses;

To the ice-fields: Let here spring thick bright lilies.

INTERPRETAION:

In this poem, the author wants to say is that the rapture of people in cold war in late 1930’s.

A group of people will be left behind on earth after another group literally leaves "to meet the Lord in the air.”

Every blood that will shred in ground that is full of ice, and what will happen after this cold war ends,

only a group of family that lost a love ones. The lost of love of man to God, because of the greedy people who

wants to expand their territory and to slave other people in other country. All the dead in this cold war died In

vain in ground that full of blood. May the dead rest in peace in this coming bright spring.