Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN CLONMEL PARISH CHURCHYARD; AT THE GRAVE OF CHARLES WOLFE, by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Where the graves were many, we looked for one Last Line: In the churchyard of clonmel? Alternate Author Name(s): Piatt, Sarah Subject(s): Cemeteries; Clonmel, Ireland; Graveyards | ||||||||
WHERE the graves were many, we looked for one. Oh, the Irish rose was red, And the dark stones saddened the setting sun With the names of the early dead. Then, a child who, somehow, had heard of him In the land we love so well, Kept lifting the grass till the dew was dim In the churchyard of Clonmel. But the sexton came. "Can you tell us where Charles Wolfe is buried?" "I can. -- See, that is his grave in the corner there. (Ay, he was a clever man, If God had spared him!) It's many that come To be asking for him," said he. But the boy kept whispering, "Not a drum Was heard," -- in the dusk to me. (Then the gray man tore a vine from the wall Of the roofless church where he lay, And the leaves that the withering year let fall He swept, with the ivy, away; And, as we read on the rock the words That, writ in the moss, we found, Right over his bosom a shower of birds In music fell to the ground.) ... Young poet, I wonder did you care, Did it move you in your rest To hear that child in his golden hair, From the mighty woods of the West, Repeating your verse of his own sweet will, To the sound of the twilight bell, Years after your beating heart was still In the churchyard of Clonmel? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR MY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY by KENNETH KOCH THERE IS ALWAYS A LITTLE WIND by TED KOOSER JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT A CALL ON SIR WALTER RALEIGH; AT YOUGHAL, COUNTY CORK by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT |
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