Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH; MATER NOSTRA, by RACHEL ANNAND TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: Mine is the kiss of motherhood. Why fear Last Line: Come, gather godhead from my nearer eyes. Subject(s): Cemeteries; Death; Graves; Memory; Graveyards; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
MINE is the kiss of motherhood. Why fear The dusky regal splendour of my brows? As some great queen of persecuted house With many a lingering yearning kiss and tear Confides to lowly arms her princeling dear, Until the imperious martial music rouse The land to memory of its ancient vows, With Life, thy foster-nurse, I hid thee here. Now would I wean thee softly from this Past That wrongs the erstwhile playmate of the stars; Forget those low dim hills, those pale pent skies. Hail! thou hast heired the Infinite at last; And kingly pleasures wait thee, kingly wars. Come, gather godhead from my nearer eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN TO HER LOVER by RACHEL ANNAND TAYLOR |
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