Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY THE BARROWS, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Not far from mellstock - so tradition saith Last Line: Of stoic and devoted self-unheed. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
NOT far from Mellstock - so tradition saith - Where barrows, bulging as they bosoms were Of Multimammia stretched supinely there, Catch night and noon the tempest's wanton breath, A battle, desperate doubtless unto death, Was one time fought. The outlook, lone and bare, The towering hawk and passing raven share, And all the upland round is called 'The He'th'. Here once a woman, in our modern age, Fought singlehandedly to shield a child - One not her own - from a man's senseless rage. And to my mind no patriots' bones there piled So consecrate the silence as her deed Of stoic and devoted self-unheed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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