Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WAYS O' MEN, by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tis queer, it is, the ways o' men Last Line: Does it matter about the turnin's? | ||||||||
'Tis queer, it is, the ways o' men, Their comin's and their goin's; For there's the grey road, The straight road With the grey dust liftin' With ev'ry step And the little roads off-flingin'. Maybe it's a bit of a sly field That crooks a finger to them And sends them to the turnin'; Or the round firm bosom Of a little hill Acallin' to them, them with their heads That heavy; Or maybe it's the black look Given out of the tail of the eye; Or a white word, wingin'; Maybe it's only the back of a little tot's neck In the sunlight; Or the red lips of a woman Parting slow .... Sure there's no tellin'. One I saw goin' towards a white star At the edge of a daffydill sky, Its lights kissin' straight into his eyes. Maybe it's a gold piece To be taken from another In the dark; Or the neat place between the ribs Waitin' for the knife That one comes after carryin' for it. 'Tis few, it is, that goes with the grey road The straight road All the way, With the grey dust liftin' at ev'ry step. 'Tis queer, it it, the ways o' men, With a level look at you, or a crooked As they be passin'. Pouf! Sure, 'tis so fast they're goin', Does it matter about the turnin's? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE FRAGMENT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE I WEEP by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE |
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