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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG MAKING, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My heart cries like a beaten child Last Line: But no one thought it true! Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | |||
My heart cries like a beaten child, Ceaselessly, all night long; And I must take my own heart cries And thread them neatly into a song. My heart cries like a beaten child, And I must listen, stark and terse, Dry-eyed and critical, to see What I can turn into a verse. This was a sob at the hour of three, And this when the first cock crew -- I wove them into a dainty song, But no one thought it true! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY |
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