"... REVERENCE FOR OUR FATHERS, WITH THEIR STORES OF EXPERIENCES" @3An author whose name I did not note@1 O OUR young ancestor, Our boy in Letters, how we trudge oppressed With our "experiences," and you of yore Flew light, and blessed! Youngling, in your new town, Tight, like a box of toys -- the town that is Our shattered, open ruin, with its crown Of histories; You with your morning words, Fresh from the night, your yet un-sonneted moon, Your passion undismayed, cool as a bird's Lgnorant tune; O youngling! how is this? Your poems are not wearied yet, not dead, Must I bow low? or, with an envious kiss, Put you to bed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ANNOYER by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |