Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GUEST, by RUTH ECKMAN First Line: Each time I go to her house Last Line: It lasts for days and days. Subject(s): Guests; Visiting | ||||||||
Each time I go to her house I wear my very best. I touch the bell sedately And am a proper guest. I nibble at my wafer, I sip just half my tea. And while I view the garden She cuts some blooms for me. I utter proper praises About her well-kept lawn . . . But oh, it takes me hours To smile when I have gone. But when I come to your house . . . Heigh-ho! The clothes I choose. My dress is faded gingham, I've pollen on my shoes. The knocker's never lifted, The bell's not touched at all. I push the door wide open And call you from the hall. There is no cup to balance, There is no cake to munch. We hunt a sunny meadow Without a thought of lunch. I trot along beside you With zeal no miles could faze. And heart so full of singing It lasts for days and days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEDA 2: A NOTE ON VISITATIONS by LUCILLE CLIFTON HELSINKI, 1940 by ANSELM HOLLO THE LOW BLACK SQUARE by ANSELM HOLLO AMUSING OUR DAUGHTERS by CAROLYN KIZER POET AND PERSON by DENISE LEVERTOV AFTER THE GUEST; FOR MY BROTHER by GREGORY ORR |
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