Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHILDREN OF GRACE, ASLEEP, by HOWARD MCKINLEY CORNING First Line: We never climbed beyond the town Last Line: Labored -- and lie. Subject(s): Children; Grace; Sleep; Childhood | ||||||||
We never climbed beyond the town Where one dark hill thrust toward the sky Grown ominous with black renown That holy living is damned by. We'd just to till our fields and keep Our fences circuitous of toil; And as we rose, so turn to sleep In rustic weariness of soil. The seasons through we came to sow The many pastures that we turned; And came at harvest time to mow The sheaves our laboring had earned. Always four fences turned to mark out The circumspection of our days; Six suns to walk our fields about; One hallelujah of soul's praise. The weeks were something gathered up Of sweat and prayers and hungering; Of wheaten cake and nectared cup -- And nights remembering the spring, When urgent evenings from the plough, That led us laggards to repose, We dreamed of hot breath at the brow -- But knew no heartache at the close. . . . Four fences mark our toiled-out days, Below a hill that scorns the sky, Where we, the heritors of grace, Labored -- and lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE ACQUISITION by HOWARD MCKINLEY CORNING |
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