Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PILGRIMAGE, by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY First Line: A score of years had passed since they had laid Last Line: And scarlet poppies, swaying with each breeze.) Subject(s): Death - Children; Graves; Death - Babies; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
A score of years had passed since they had laid Their hard-won happiness in sacred ground; Three days, she said, were all the baby stayed. She came across five states to that wee mound. Some weeds had grown inside the concrete guard; We pulled them out; set makeshift vases there, With fresh sweet-peas, just gathered from my yard. She touched them gently. Then she knelt in prayer. I could but stand in throat-tight silence, too, And frame a swift petition of my own: May God give childless mothers work to do, And grant each heartache solace at His throne. Tear-blinded, stumbling, -- when we had to go -- She turned and looked again -- again -- to where The little cross stands firm through sun and snow. Should she be thankful that he slumbers there? (I thought of rows of crosses over-seas, And scarlet poppies, swaying with each breeze.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY |
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