Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOR MY SON, by ROBERTA RINEAR First Line: When you sit at evening time Last Line: Save her own bewilderment. Subject(s): Mothers & Sons; Sons | ||||||||
When you sit at evening time, Solaced by your melodies, Say: It is my father's soul Guides my fingers on the keys. Say: My father's clever hands Were the very first to give Sanctuary -- for a while -- To one, born a fugitive. Say: My mother's spirit, (rain Beating on a tangled wood) Drives me lonely through the dark, Desolated solitude. Say: Her heart was like a deer On the swift, lean hounds intent; Say: She had no gift for me Save her own bewilderment. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATEST INJURY by SHARON OLDS PRAYER DURING A TIME MY SON IS HAVING SEIZURES by SHARON OLDS TWO SONGS OF PEACE: 1 by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SARAH'S PROMISE by LUCILLE CLIFTON ANY MAN'S ADVICE TO HIS SON by KENNETH FEARING THE RIGHTFUL ONE by DAVID IGNATOW CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |
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