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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER, by JOHN CROWE RANSOM Recitation Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There was such speed in her little body Last Line: Lying so primly propped. Subject(s): Daughters; Death - Children; Fathers & Daughters; Funerals; Social Protest; Death - Babies; Burials | |||
There was such speed in her little body, And such lightness in her footfall, It is no wonder that her brown study Astonishes us all. Her wars were bruited in our high window, We looked among orchard trees and beyond, Where she took arms against her shadow, Or harried unto the pond The lazy geese, like a snow cloud Dripping their snow on the green grass, Tricking and stopping, sleepy and proud, Who cried in goose, Alas For the tireless heart within the little Lady with rod that made them rise From their noon apple-dreams, and scuttle Goose-fashion under the skies, But now go the bells, and we are ready; In one house we are sternly stopped To say we are vexed at her brown study, Lying so primly propped. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL SERMON by ANDREW HUDGINS RETURN FROM DELHI by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE SCATTERING OF EVAN JONES'S ASHES by GALWAY KINNELL BROWNING'S FUNERAL by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL MY FATHER'S BODY by WILLIAM MATTHEWS |
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