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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
KINSHIP, by INA DRAPER DEFOE First Line: I have so much in common with you, earth Last Line: Why motherhood is kin to fertile land. | |||
I have so much in common with you, Earth, Though just a mother with a weary soul. You cradle everything that springs to birth Within your loins, and scorn no worm or mole. I, too, am soil about the blooms of life Whose fibers are imbedded in my breast, If they become uprooted by the knife Of passion and are torn, I offer rest. Oh, patient mother, teach me how to give. Oh, feed the April in me that I may Keep smiling while these blossoms strive to live; Though storms and bitter conflicts dim their day. I know fruition, earth, I understand Why motherhood is kin to fertile land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER FOR A GIRL NO LONGER YOUNG by INA DRAPER DEFOE RETURN TO EARTH by INA DRAPER DEFOE SONG OF THE HOP FIELDS by INA DRAPER DEFOE THE BROWN PEOPLE HEAR WINTER COMING by INA DRAPER DEFOE FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY |
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