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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER (1), by CLAUDE MCKAY Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The dawn departs, the morning is begun Last Line: Beneath its breast my mother lies asleep. Alternate Author Name(s): Edwards, Eli Subject(s): Mothers | |||
The dawn departs, the morning is begun, The Trades come whispering from off the seas, The fields of corn are golden in the sun, The dark-brown tassels fluttering in the breeze; The bell is sounding and children pass, Frog-leaping, skipping, shouting, laughing shrill, Down the red road, over the pasture-grass, Up to the schoolhouse crumbling on the hill. The older folk are at their peaceful toil, Some pulling up the weeds, some plucking corn, And others breaking up the sun-baked soil. Float, faintly scented breeze, at early morn Over the earth where mortals sow and reap - Beneath its breast my mother lies asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE |
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