Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY PRETTY CHILD, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER Poet's Biography First Line: Mo paistin deas, I did not know Last Line: And knew how far god's gardens are. Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies | ||||||||
MO páistin deas, I did not know How cold the winter's blast could blow Into her heart, with what despair Earth drew her bloom and blossom fair, How lone a man might come and go When you were herehow could I know? How could I know, my little child? When gracious summer looked and smiled, Soft was the sleeping roses' breath Who did not know or dream of death. Like him who stood in glad surprise At love discovered in your eyes, That fleeting time so slow could pass I did not know, mo páistïn deas. My pretty child, I did not know How I had watched you come and go, How I had listened for your song, How short your shy caress, how long Your absence was, till praying I Looked up to heaven with a cry To call you back, there saw a star And knew how far God's gardens are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |
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