Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHILD, by MURRAY KETCHAM KIRK First Line: Tiny stranger from the world of dreams Last Line: With home despoiled as you unfold? Subject(s): Children; Childhood | ||||||||
Tiny stranger from the world of dreams, How soon you learn to laugh and run, Chasing all the golden butterflies That flutter in the luring skies; Crying for the big, white moon that gleams Above your cot when day is done. Little Child, what realms unfathomed wait, Upon your winged step and flight? What harmonies and glorious song, Mountain-peaks of Thought, and all the long Reach of silent splendor that is night Among the stars at Heaven's gate? Precious more than sacred Ophir's gold, Or temples filled with gems and silk; Little Child among the butterflies, With hands outstretched unto the skies, Who shall name that mighty nation's guilt, With Home despoiled as You unfold? | 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 AMERICA by MURRAY KETCHAM KIRK |
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