Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF THE GYPSY BOY, by JEAN RICHEPIN Poet's Biography First Line: The hawthorn blossom's white in may Last Line: Beware! Beware! Subject(s): Children; Knives; Childhood; Daggers | ||||||||
THE hawthorn blossom's white in May. As I went by I snatched a spray. I took my little dirk-blade bare. Hi, there! With my blade bare I shore the spray High up in air! I wade the brook, a line to throw For silver fish. I'll show you how When in the sun my dirk shines bare. Hi, there! With my blade bare I'll show you how The fish to snare! When I am tall, for gold I'll ken To make a spear shall slaughter men, All from this little dirk I bear. Hi, there! With my blade bare I'll riddle men From heel to hair! When I am old, and bearded gray For staff I'll take my hawthorn spray, For handle this dirk-hilt I bear. Hi, there! With my blade bare Shall end the spray. Beware! Beware! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEIGHBORS, THROWING KNIVES by DAVID BOTTOMS THE PAPER KNIFE by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON THE SINGING KNIVES by FRANK STANFORD WHITTLING: A YANKEE PORTRAIT by JOHN PIERPONT THE DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THREE JUDGES by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE CLICK OF THE WIELDED PICK by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER |
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