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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVERYTHING THAT I MADE, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poem Explanation Poet's Biography
First Line: Everything that I made I used to bring to you
Last Line: And turn to you still with my tale, and there's no one to hear me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Gifts & Giving; Grief; Love; Solitude; Sorrow; Sadness; Loneliness
First Line: Everything that I made I used to bring to you
Last Line: And turn to you still with my tale, and there's no one to hear me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Gifts & Giving; Grief; Love; Solitude; Sorrow; Sadness; Loneliness
EVERYTHING that I made I used to bring to you.
Was it a song, why, then, 'twas a song to sing to you.
Was it a story, to you I was telling my story.
Ah, my dear, could you hear 'mid the bliss and the glory?
Did anyone praise me, to you I said it all over.
My laughter for you: how we laughed in the days past recover!
My tears and my trouble were for you: did anyone grieve me
I carried it straight to the love that was sure to relieve me.
O my dear, when aught happens, to you I am turning,
Forgetting how far you have travelled since then from my yearning.
There's nobody now to tell things to: your house is so lonely:
And still I'm forgetting and bringing my tale to you only.
The old days are over: how pleasant they were while they lasted!
The sands were pure gold that ran out ere we knew and were wasted.
And still I'm forgetting, ochone, that no longer you're near me,
And turn to you still with my tale, and there's no one to hear me.
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