Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ABER STATIONS: STATIO PRIMA, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: Why do I make so much of aber fall? Last Line: That's all, that's all. Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies | ||||||||
WHY do I make so much of Aber Fall? Four years ago My little boy was with me here -- That's all -- He died next year: He died just seven years old, A very gentle child, yet bold, Having no fear. You have seen such? They are not much? No . . . no. And yet he was a very righteous child, Stood up for what was right, Intolerant of wrong -- Pure azure light Was cisterned in his eyes; We thought him wise Beyond his years -- so sweet and mild, But strong For justice, doing what he could -- Poor little soul -- to make all children good. I almost think -- and yet I am to blame -- He was a different child from others; He had three sisters and two brothers: He seemed a little king Among the children -- ah! 'tis a common thing -- Parents are all the same -- You've seen those kings -- yes, yes -- Of course . . . and yet . . . the righteousness . . . The . . . Never mind! he came With me to Aber Fall -- That's all, that's all. | 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 SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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