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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO AN OLD BLUE BOWL, by FRANCES E. STREET
First Line: The ghosts of long - dead women bend with me
Last Line: And bind myself to life as these dead women now are bound to me!
Subject(s): Ancestry & Ancestors; Bowls
First Line: The ghosts of long - dead women bend with me
Last Line: And bind myself to life as these dead women now are bound to me!
Subject(s): Ancestry & Ancestors; Bowls
The ghosts of long-dead women bend with me
Above you, frail blue bit of beauty we've all loved, --
She whose long hands set you on teakwood tenderly
In a Manchu's garden, -- she who wore
The simple grays of Salem, -- she who rode
Through wildernesses to the great jade sea
Of Michigan, -- she whose thin hands showed
Work-scarred against your blue translucency;
Glowing, and dustless, through twice a hundred years
We've kept the quaint perfection of your loveliness. And when
I too shall stand, a wraith in their dim circle, and the living one appears
Who finds you answer to her dreams of worlds beyond her ken, --
Dark gardens, strange seas, fragrances that haunt her sleep,
Walled cities, crumbling towers, far lands where she would be;
Remembering, I'll call to her across the mysterious deep,
And bind myself to life as these dead women now are bound to me!
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