Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY BROTHER (2), by MARY BRYAN Poet's Biography First Line: Once in our customed walk a wounded bird Last Line: "nay, nay, dear mary! Thou hast much to learn." Subject(s): Brothers; Half-brothers | ||||||||
Once in our customed walk a wounded bird, With feeble effort fluttering awhile, Fell at my feet; unknowing of its hurt, "Poor thing, 'tis sick," I said, and laid it on My bosom; it could not rest for pain; So tenderly I gave it to thy care. -- "Look -- Ah it bleeds! we cannot save nor ease it, -- See its torn wing -- its shattered panting breast -- It writhes its little limbs with grievous pain; And now its dim eyes close -- quite close -- it dies! Poor pretty bird! -- Could he who did this deed, Have seen thy lingering life in torture thus Expire, I know he would forbear to kill." -- "Nay, nay, dear Mary! thou hast much to learn." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO L.H.B. by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SUPPLE CORD by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE BROTHERS: 1. INVITATION by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 2. HOW GREAT THOU ART by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 3. AS FOR MYSELF by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 4. IN MY OWN DEFENSE by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 5. THE ROAD LED FROM DELIGHT by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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