Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SCULPTURE, by JANE MILLER Poet's Biography First Line: If there is an end Last Line: Whittled my sleep with a rasp. Subject(s): Envy; Grief; Mothers & Daughters; Summer; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
If there is an end to the sadness of mothers, sometimes it is in summer: a few couples pass with their arms around each other.... Wait! I want to say to them, stay. I'd rather have them a long time tempting me with their shadows than a daughter stalking the halls trimming my heart out of our portraits. The other child, angelic encumbrance whom I asked to love: I too had a summer but scorched myself in front of its paper landscapes. Almost ghosts, the trees responded, though only a few. I lolled all day at the window, insubstantially over her. No one suspected frustration, my bride, whittled my sleep with a rasp. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 5 by JANE MILLER A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 7 by JANE MILLER |
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