If there is an end to the sadness of mothers, sometimes it is in summer: a few couples pass with their arms around each other.... @3Wait!@1 I want to say to them, @3stay@1. I'd rather have them a long time tempting me with their shadows than a daughter stalking the halls trimming my heart out of our portraits. The other child, angelic encumbrance whom I asked to love: I too had a summer but scorched myself in front of its paper landscapes. Almost ghosts, the trees responded, though only a few. I lolled all day at the window, insubstantially over her. No one suspected frustration, my bride, whittled my sleep with a rasp. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE by THOMAS WYATT LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY THE ACHARNIANS: A PLEA FOR THE ENEMY by ARISTOPHANES |