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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD, by FRANCES AIRTH First Line: When you were born Last Line: One your mother will read with pleasure. Subject(s): Novels & Novelists | |||
When you were born We called you, "Little Poem." Your mother liked Gay verses -- But God wanted her For part of His Great Poem. . . . You were a funny little verse -- She would have liked you. Then -- You were a Short-short. An incident or two -- And yet, a story; Complete, in your way. Now you are grown. Privately, I call you a Novelette. A story. . . . But not fully characterized. Plotted. . . . But no counter-plots. A few more years -- And you will be a Novel. A Complete Book-length Novel! . . . . . . . I hope I've helped. I hope we've created A good Novel. One your mother will read with pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 259 by LYN HEJINIAN CONDENSED NOVEL by MAXWELL BODENHEIM ACROSS THE LONG DARK BORDER by EDWARD HIRSCH APOSTROPHE (IN MEMORY OF DONALD BARTHELME, 1931-1989) by EDWARD HIRSCH ON LOVE: GEORGE MEREDITH by EDWARD HIRSCH MARCHING THROUGH A NOVEL by JOHN UPDIKE TOME THOUGHTS, FROM THE 'TIMES' by JOHN UPDIKE THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH |
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