Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEREAVED, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Let me come in where you sit weeping Last Line: Who have no child to die. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Death - Children; Mourning; Death - Babies; Bereavement | ||||||||
LET me come in where you sit weeping, -- ay, Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you for the little one whose love I have known nothing of. The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed Their pressure round your neck; the hands you used To kiss. -- Such arms -- such hands I never knew. May I not weep with you? Fain would I be of service -- say some thing, Between the tears, that would be comforting, -- But ah! so sadder than yourselves am I, Who have no child to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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