Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILLOW, by CLINTON SCOLLARD Poet's Biography First Line: Out of the earth have I made me a pillow Last Line: When, at the last, on her breast they have laid me! Subject(s): June; Pillows | ||||||||
OUT of the earth have I made me a pillow, Smoothed it and mossed it and grassed it well over; Under the tremulous leaves of the willow, Lo, it is there I have made me a pillow, Down where the rillet runs by like a rover, And bees quaff deep from the sweet white clover! Sooth, there is much both to learn and to listen to, -- Twitter of wren and the warble of thrushes! Bosom and throat how they quiver and glisten, too! Mellower music nowhere will you listen to; Trills that are golden and silvery gushes, And the brook meanwhile making love to the rushes. Day-time or night-time, noon-time or moon-time, Ever there's something to lure me and hold me; You know the charm that there is in the Junetime! (Day-time or night-time, noon-time or moon-time!) Such is the magic that seems to enfold me, Play on my spirit, re-fashion, re-mould me. Bough-sway above me, and reed-sway below me, And gentle leaf-laughter around and about me; Crickets, cicadas and katydids know me; Tinkles and trebles above and below me! Just the old earth-joy the clear voices shout me; If there is happier haven I doubt me! Yea, on the breast of the loving all-mother, Lo, it is there I a pillow have made me! Soothe can she, lull can she, more than another, -- She, the all-bountiful, beautiful mother! Oh, that her peace, with its healing, may aid me, When, at the last, on her breast they have laid me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILLOW by JAMES MONTGOMERY PILLOW-STUFFING by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS STORY OF BABY'S PILLOW by ANNE EMILIE POULSSON PILLOW OUTSIDE THE GARAGE IS REAL by TERRY STOKES AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD |
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