Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTERNOON, by FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS GIFFORD Poet's Biography First Line: Some one is coming to call Last Line: Down in the daffodil leaves Alternate Author Name(s): Davis, Fannie Stearns Subject(s): Household Employees; Peasantry; Servants; Domestics; Maids | ||||||||
Some one is coming to call. Up the red brick path between daffodils dancing I see white ruffles that blow: A parasol, dipping against the sun. It is some one stout, and warm in her new white gloves. My old green apron is smudged with the garden-mould. My hands are the hands of a peasant-woman. My hair Comes tumbling down into my eyes. I wish I could lie down flat like a child And hide in the grass, while she rings and rings, And sticks her card under the door with a sigh, And puffs away down the path. I wish but the parasol bobs, And she bobs like a mandarin's lady, Smiling and bridling and beckoning. If I were a daffodil, in an apron of green and gold But there she stands on the path, And her gloves are so new they squeak with newness and stoutness, And I know she will talk of the weather and stay an hour If I were a daffodil Or a little cool blinking bug Down in the daffodil leaves | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IBIS; FOR LORI GOLDENSOHN by NORMAN DUBIE PLAINT OF THE POET IN AN IGNORANT AGE by CAROLYN KIZER LEDA'S HANDMAIDEN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST AN OLD SONG by FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS GIFFORD |
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