Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RETURN CREEPING, by CLARISSA BUCKLIN



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RETURN CREEPING, by            
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.





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