Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TURNSTILE, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah! Sad were we as we did peace Last Line: His last white arms, and they stood still. Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies | ||||||||
Ah! sad wer we as we did peace The wold church road, wi' downcast feace, The while the bells, that mwoan'd so deep Above our child a-left asleep, Were now a-zingen all alive With tother bells to make the vive. But up at woone place we come by, 'Twer hard to keep woone's two eyes dry: On Stean-cliff road, 'ithin the drong, Up where, as vo'k do pass along, The turnen stile, a-painted white, Do sheen by day an' show by night. Vor always there, as we did go To church, thick stile did let us drough, With spreaden arms that wheel'd to guide Us each in turn to tother side. And vu'st of all the train he took My wife, with winsome gait and look; And then zent on my little maid, A-skippen onward, overjoyed To reach again the place of pride, Her comely mother's left hand zide. And then, a-wheelin roun', he took On me, 'ithin his third while nook. And in the fourth, a-shaken wild, He zent us on our giddy child. By eesterday he guided slow My downcast Jenny, vull of woe, And then my little maid in black, A-walken softly on her track: And after he a-turned again, To let me go along the lane, He had no little boy to fill His last white arms, and they stood still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |
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