Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAUDLIN'S SONG: 1, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE, by GORDON BOTTOMLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Fetch the porridge-pot hither to me Last Line: Warily down and shake it. Now! | ||||||||
I FETCH the porridge-pot hither to me, The porridge-pot and the dairy key; And bring me a clout to wind my hair, Or the swarming bees will tangle there: They drip from the hive in the orchard long And coil the green-cherried boughs among As they follow the tanking tune I ring Under the cherry leaves' shivering. They settle, they knit -- Come, Ailce, with the skep -- Step along, Mistyhead -- Smearycap, step -- Steady it while I draw the bough Warily down and shake it. Now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF FORM by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF IMAGINATION by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF TOUCH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A LADY OF PARIS BORDONE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A PASSING OF FAITH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |
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