Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES SENT WITH A GIFT, by MARY PRUDENCE MORTON First Line: Hold poignance in your hand. The early thaws Last Line: Love, in an empty terra-cotta bowl. Subject(s): Gifts & Giving | ||||||||
Hold poignance in your hand. The early thaws Will stir and shiver exiled clay no more, And where these windless trees forever pause In petrifaction, birds will never pour Their little brooklet waterfalls of song. Pity this Pan incarnate whose young feet Relinquished dancing; these sad sheep that long For greener pastures; this atrophic wheat. Let loveliness arrested teach your soul Beauty of passage, exigence of death. This pastoral medallion in relief Tells a most ancient weariness and grief. Find here the precious heritage of breath, Love, in an empty terra-cotta bowl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIVEAWAY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A VALENTINE FOR ERNEST MANN by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER THE GIFT; FOR MY DAUGHTER by GREGORY ORR ALONG THE OHIO - NOVEMBER by MARY PRUDENCE MORTON |
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