Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT FOURSCORE, by EBEN EUGENE REXFORD First Line: She sits in the gathering shadows Last Line: And the snowflakes in her hair. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
SHE sits in the gathering shadows By the porch where the roses blow And her thoughts are back in the summer That vanished long ago. She forgets the graves on the hillside, She forgets that she is old, And remembers only the gladness That the old times used to hold. She hears, as of old, the voices Of the dear ones who are dead; She smooths out the shining tangles That crown each little head; She kisses the faces lifted To her as in days of old, And the heart of the dreaming mother Is full of peace untold. So, while the night comes round her, She sits with her children there, Forgetting the years that took them, And the snowflakes in her hair. | 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 CRADLE SONG by EBEN EUGENE REXFORD |
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