She acts routine of ancient lessons taught So well each calls a second like a rhyme, While hazily pedantic, half-distraught, Old age reviews a life in pantomime. Her voice is some abandoned record heard Interminable behind a neighbor's door, Revolving tediously about a word Grooved endless where the music-pattern tore. Sometimes she wanders vague along the wall, Dealing her silent thoughts in solitaire With shifting company the shadows keep, But when she rests alone at evenfall, Weariness bows her figure soft toward prayer, -- A little more and she will fall asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY VARIATIONS ON A THEME by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |