Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOUGHTS UPON A WALK WITH NATALIE, MY NIECE, by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER Poet's Biography First Line: Here is the same familiar land Last Line: On this frail ship forevermore? Subject(s): Family Life; Home; Relatives | ||||||||
Here is the same familiar land My mother knew when she was young. This warm earth crumbled to her hand, She heard these very bird notes sung. In that green meadow down the lane, Knee-deep her pony cropped the grass, The beaten pathways still remain That felt her flying footsteps pass. Beyond that willow tree the stream Plunges forever into foam, -- Let us go there awhile and dream Of this dear place that was her home. * * * She must have stood here long ago Upon this lichen-covered stone Where we are now who loved her so; Blood of her blood, bone of her bone. She must have watched this sunlit pool With wonder in her clear young eyes, Finding within these waters cool The mystery that never dies. All this my heart has understood, Dear child, or ever you were born. The evening of her womanhood Long held a vision of the morn. Yet I had never hoped to see Through these fair fields, her lambent grace, Moving beside me on the lea, Turning to greet me, face to face. Now by the miracle that filled Your slender limbs with living fire, More than my daring spirit willed Lies in the cup of my desire. Long hence when you have know my grief You will look back and understand. . . . Now let us play awhile. This leaf Shall be a bark from fairyland! We'll freight it deep with marigold, Give it a rainbow for a sail, Upon the deck a beetle bold Shall lord it in his flashing mail. Look! it is drifting down the tide, Wind-driven from the rocky shore. . . . Who knows what vagrant dreams may ride On this frail ship forevermore? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL FACES by HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER |
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