Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RETURN CREEPING, by CLARISSA BUCKLIN First Line: She thought that creeping back to spinsterhood Last Line: Until the blessed warmth of peace should come. Subject(s): Old Age | ||||||||
She thought that creeping back to spinsterhood Was like, in daylight, creeping back to bed Between the chilly sheets no longer good, And pulling up the quilts around one's head, To lie and stare the roses off the wall Or will to sleep with brain too wide awake, When every tingling nerve could still recall The pulse of action and the burning ache Of hate and love; while bone-chilled body tried To make a warmth where comfort used to be When one slept dreamless. What strange voice had cried Awake her heart to false dawn? Silently She waited now with senses wracked and numb Until the blessed warmth of peace should come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS DOGS ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS by CLARISSA BUCKLIN |
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