Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEROES, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: Mother, I read of heroes, kings Last Line: "nor heroes, when they drew so near." Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Heroism; Saints; Royal Court Life; Royalty; Kings; Queens; Heroes; Heroines | ||||||||
"MOTHER, I read of heroes, kings, Of folk with trappings, folk with wings; Where live they, will they ever come To see me in my little home? Are there such beings, fair and wise, And have they feet and hands and eyes?" "My child, you saw but yesterday A hero: when he came this way You gave him scarce a single glance; He wore no crown, he bore no lance, He seemed but made of common clay. "And just an hour ago, there stood Before you -- Oh, so great and good! One who will sit with God for aye, When the brief years are rolled away." "But, mother, in the books I read They walk with kings, they do indeed; How could they come and go, and I Not know that they were passing by?" "The tales are true, my dear, there be Kings, heroes, saints, in history; Romance and legend fitly tell Of what they did, and what their spell; Their deeds are bright like burnished gold, In chronicles and records old." "How could I miss their being here?" "They did not seem like saints, my dear, Nor heroes, when they drew so near." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON NOTES FOR AN ELEGY by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE EROTICS OF HISTORY by EAVAN BOLAND A SONG FOR HEROES by EDWIN MARKHAM AFTER THE BROKEN ARM by RON PADGETT PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL EXAMINATION OF THE HERO IN A TIME OF WAR by WALLACE STEVENS BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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