Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY FATHER, by HELEN WOLFE DAVIES First Line: Even as I used to rumple his gray hair Last Line: We know that fathers never really die. Subject(s): Cemeteries; Graveyards | ||||||||
Even as I used to rumple his gray hair -- Tempering its dignity -- so, now, I strew His sombre grave with heliotrope's fair hue And drape with clover chains the headstone bare. Then, in the tall, lush grass above him there I sprawl and talk with him an hour or two, Planning the many things I hope to do, Placing my heart's rich treasure in his care. Small comfort mine, you think? So think all those Who walk beside a father, hear his voice, And know his full affection. They suppose That only those so favored can rejoice. At this we smile in secret, Dad and I; We know that fathers never really die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR MY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY by KENNETH KOCH THERE IS ALWAYS A LITTLE WIND by TED KOOSER JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY |
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