Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHERHOOD, by JOSEPH MORRIS First Line: No woman can except by motherhood Last Line: But when they fade they have left nothing there. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
NO woman can except by motherhood Be beautiful; the others may in face Be fair or pretty and in form may trace An idle pleasure to the eye, but should One look for full attaining of the good That comes from having filled the destined place That mothers shall bear children for the race, Then is her inner beauty understood. Here is a soul that's purified by pain; She knows that mothers close to death have trod; She has a courage warriors ne'er attain-- Her love becomes akin to that of God. All others are like roses that are fair But when they fade they have left nothing there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE RAPHAEL'S MASTERPIECE by JOSEPH MORRIS HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |
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