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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORTAL, by LAURA RIDING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: There is a man of me that tills
Last Line: I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Jackson, Laura Riding
First Line: There is a man of me that tills
Last Line: I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Jackson, Laura Riding
There is a man of me that tills.
There is a woman of me that reaps.
One is true
And one is fair.
Scarce I know where either are.
But I am seed the man should give
And I am child the woman should bear
And I am love
That cannot find them anywhere.
Father and mother and God and my shadowy ancestry --
I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me.
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