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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS FIGURINE (THIS IS I), by GEORGIA BOIT GIERASCH
First Line: Just near the lighted candles - place it there
Last Line: Dipped in the tide the flight of a passing swallow.
Subject(s): Self
First Line: Just near the lighted candles - place it there
Last Line: Dipped in the tide the flight of a passing swallow.
Subject(s): Self
Just near the lighted candles -- place it there --
As treasured bric-a-brac above your fire;
The winter evening rouses dim desire
To seek the flame; your heart may be aware
Of interwoven memories and spare
A filament of dream, perhaps aspire
To heights of all remembrance, note the lyre
In hands compassionate to soothe your care.
Within the dusk how subtly stored away
The gathered moonlight, well restricted sun,
A wealth for all the days that now may follow
The woodland-murmuring brooks of yesterday,
With every fancy that, untimely spun,
Dipped in the tide the flight of a passing swallow.
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