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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SISTER OF SORROW: 1. UP THE ROAD, by GORDON BOTTOMLEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Mother, he walks by the windy gate
Last Line: "daughter, I tell you the dead are dead."
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
First Line: Mother, he walks by the windy gate
Last Line: "daughter, I tell you the dead are dead."
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
"MOTHER, he walks by the Windy Gate,
As though for my broken tryst a-wait."
"Daughter, I tell you he died last night
When I kept your tryst by lantern light."
"Mother, I know you murdered him:
But he thought you were I by the lantern dim.
"When I stole shivering past the place
He held me with his hollow gaze.
"His shape was thin as the edge of your knife,
And he clasped a formless bundle of life.
"'Lo' said he, 'for your heart a thorn:
This is our child that shall be born.
"'My deceit and your deceit,
How we sully this soul of it.'
"Mother, I cannot bear the thought.
Cannot you tell him I killed him not?"
"Foolish babble and nothing said:
Daughter, I tell you the dead are dead."
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