Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PERDITA, by MARIAN STORM First Line: Lie on my heart and rest. Brown ferns are waving Last Line: "she is not ours. She is not even dead." | ||||||||
Lie on my heart and rest. Brown ferns are waving Over this elfin woodland of the moss. Come from the path where the long sleepy sunbeams Cross and recross. Ah, I have saved so many things to show you -- A little bath behind the waterfall, A deer that comes to call on me at twilight, Clearing the wall. There's an old log with puffballs almost ripened, A grapevine that I'll give you for a swing, A hollow tree all furnished for the winter, A mirror spring. Over the corn the fireflies went dancing: I said, "She would laugh at them -- my dear." If the whole swamp shuddered at the screech-owl: "She would not fear." Wait, there is more -- I have a story for you -- I have a dress of red leaves -- Only stay! My arm is curved. It is a cruel hour To slip away. And you will lose yourself in echoing caverns That open off that lustrous way of space; The monster hurrying winds will strike ungently Your wild-rose face. Put down your head. Why, nothing bends and beckons. They may have come, but this is all they said, Leaving you here, O promise of a flower, "She is not ours. She is not even dead." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING IN ORIZABA by MARIAN STORM THE BURNING BUSH by MARIAN STORM THE DANCING FERN by MARIAN STORM PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE |
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