Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER YEARS, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS Poet's Biography First Line: Is this really my own roof-tree Last Line: I alone am not the same. Subject(s): Home; Past | ||||||||
IS this really my own roof-tree, My beloved parents' home? Joyous as of yore the swallows Darting out and in do come. Fragrance giving, strews the linden Perfumed blossoms on my hair, And, above, the azure heaven Laughs as erst in sunlight fair. All things lie in self-same places, All things are just as of yore; On the gable of the cottage Doves are cooing as before. Water from the pipe is flowing Thirsty wand'rers to relieve, And to flowers, blossoms, grass-blades Sacred Sunday peace doth cleave. Yet to me all things seem altered, As by burden sore oppressed; Closely do I clasp my kindred, Almost weeping, to my breast. Yes, these are the self-same chambers, Fairyland of childhood's frame, These the old beloved meadows -- I alone am not the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FERGUS FALLING by GALWAY KINNELL A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV LAST THINGS by WILLIAM MEREDITH CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR |
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