Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRISTOPHER? OR SINBAD?, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: Singing careless through the forest Last Line: And the river is at hand. Subject(s): Children; Love; Childhood | ||||||||
SINGING careless through the forest In the month of May, I met Love among the bracken And, all in wanton play, Flung the babe upon my shoulder, Carried him away, Singing careless through the forest In the month of May. I bore Love upon my shoulder, The babe became a boy, Kept me merry with his laughter, With his manners coy; And I went lightly through the forest, Sang low notes of joy, For that Love was on my shoulder And was grown a boy. Love grew up, Love grew too quickly, His weight was hard to bear, And when I tried to toss him from me He held me by the hair, Till I went softly through the forest Full of silent care, For that Love was grown a tyrant And was hard to bear. My burden soon will sink or save me, The river is at hand, And, as I stumble on, I wonder If I shall win to land, And in what guise this Love I carry Will then before me stand, For I cannot see his features, And the river is at hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE A CHILD'S THOUGHTS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |
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