Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SICK CHILD, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: He for whom the world was made Last Line: In his mother's heart, dear lord. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Children; Prayer; Sickness; Childhood; Illness | ||||||||
HE for whom the world was made Cannot lift his heavy head, All its pretty curls puffed out, Burnt with fevers, parched with drought. He, the tyrant, whimsical, With the round world for his ball, In a dreadful patience lies, Old since yesterday and wise. Like a martyr on the rack Smiles, his soft lips burnt to black, While the fever still devours His small body, sweet as flowers. Dreadful patience like a sword Stabs his mother's heart, dear Lord: Make him naughty, wild and gay, As he was but yesterday! Little services he pays With his kisses and his praise, While his eyes ask pardon still That he's troublesome and ill. He lies smiling, with a fire In his cheeks blown high and higher, By the wind of fever fanned. Lord, his kisses on my hand! Give me back my boy, I pray, Turbulent, of yesterday: Not this angel, like a sword In his mother's heart, dear Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |
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