Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY FORE-ELDERS, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet's Biography First Line: When from the child that still is led Last Line: Their child's late child. And know of me! Subject(s): Ancestors & Ancestry; Heritage; Heredity | ||||||||
WHEN from the child that still is led By hand, a father's hand is gone -- Or when a few-year'd mother, dead, Has left her children, growing on -- When men have left their children staid, And they again have boy and maid -- Oh! can they know, as years may roll, Their children's children, soul by soul. If this, with souls in Heav'n, can be, Do my fore-elders know of me? My elders' elders, man and wife, Where borne full early to the tomb, With children, still in childhood life, To play with butterfly or bloom. And did they see the seasons mould Their faces on, from young to old; As years might bring them, turn by turn, A time to laugh or time to mourn. If this with souls in Heav'n can be, Do my fore-elders know of me? How fain I now would walk the floor Within their mossy porch's bow, Or linger by their church's door, Or road that bore them to and fro, Or nook where once they built their mow, Or gateway open to their plough -- Though now, indeed, no gate is swung, That their live hands had ever hung -- If I could know that they would see Their child's late child. and know of me! | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...I AM MERELY POSING FOR A PHOTOGRAPH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA CRESCENT MOON ON A CAT?ÇÖS COLLAR by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA DOCKERY AND SON by PHILIP LARKIN GENEALOGY OF FIRE by KHALED MATTAWA EAST OF CARTHAGE: AN IDYLL by KHALED MATTAWA FOR AL-TAYIB SALIH by KHALED MATTAWA HISTORY OF MY FACE by KHALED MATTAWA BEGINNING WITH 1914 by LISEL MUELLER AN AMERICAN POEM by EILEEN MYLES TO THE DIASPORA: YOU DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE AFRIKA by GWENDOLYN BROOKS |
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