Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE DAUGHTER OF A NYMPH, by AGNES COCHRAN BUAMBLETT First Line: Your mother? You would know of her? Last Line: And hush your lips to song! Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
Your mother? You would know of her? I cannot tell, my child, None understood the heart of her So passionate and wild! Your mother was a vivid spark Of phosphorescent fire, She was the offspring of a dream, A creature of desire. She never took a marriage vow, Or knew a marriage bed, She was paramour to all four winds, (So I have heard it said). Her eyes were eerie beams of light, Her breath a poignant breeze, Her voice an aching, wind-blown flute Echoing through the trees. She was a phantom in the woods When Pan was piping sweet, Intent among the waving reeds For flashes of his feet. Days and nights upon his trail She sped swift as a fawn, Then like a tuft of eider down Came drifting home at dawn. The last I ever saw of her, (I seem to see her yet) She danced before an orange moon -- An ivory silhouette! Four jealous winds stood on the hill, Shrilling a fiery tune, Watched her unwind a silver scarf And hang it on the moon. I don't know where she went, my child, She's been gone ages long, 'Twere best you fetter your young heart, And hush your lips to song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE |
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