Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HAUNTED, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: My little child, how can you stand Last Line: And held these fingers all night long. Subject(s): Children; Ghosts; Haunted Houses; Supernatural; Childhood | ||||||||
MY little child, how can you stand And fondle me and show no fears, Nor cease your undertone of song? You do not guess a ghostly hand Was stretched across the gulf of years And held these fingers all night long. | 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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