Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD SADIE, by EDITH CHERRINGTON First Line: Old sadie, mop in hand, plods up a flight Last Line: How base the model clay has come to be. Subject(s): Museums; Old Age; Art Gallerys | ||||||||
Old Sadie, mop in hand, plods up a flight Of ornamental stairs to wash away Day's dusty footprints in her pail of night -- A sordid daughter of a scarlet day Grown weary and insensate through excess, Repulsive in her carelessness, and shoddy. To see her passing one would never guess That once a sculptor reproduced her body In marble. Now Old Sadie scrubs the floor Of the museum where the statue stands. She even dusts the loveliness she wore, Touching the sculptured face with grimy hands; Thankful, perhaps, that marble cannot see How base the model clay has come to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HISTORICAL MUSEUM, MANITOULIN ISLAND by LISEL MUELLER AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE DOLLS MUSEUM IN DUBLIN by EAVAN BOLAND A PARIS BLACKBIRD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AT THE MUSEE RODIN IN PARIS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TULIPS AND ADDRESSES by EDWARD FIELD THE HEAD ON THE TABLE by JOHN HAINES IN GALLERIES by RANDALL JARRELL HOMAGE TO P. MELLON, I.M. PEI, THEIR GALLERY AND WASHINGTON by WILLIAM MEREDITH |
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