Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NINE O'CLOCK, by LYDIA SHARPE First Line: From the great clock on the landing Last Line: But enchantment. Subject(s): Clocks; Day; Hearts; Time; Women | ||||||||
From the great clock on the landing Fell nine clear tones On four women's hearts. To the mother, bending to kiss her baby Nestled like a sleeping bird They were Angelus and sanctuary; Like the frightened throb of her own heart To the grandmother, Waiting close under the light, Knitting old thoughts into her work, To the stolid maid in the kitchen The loosing of stout chains: Chains that bind her to this room, So far from her own rugged mountains Where fjords step deep down into the sea. To all but one The day had ended with the setting of the young moon. But this loveliest of them all Poises like a palpitating butterfly On the staircase, While chimes shatter the silence. Her scarlet crinkle of lips moves breathlessly: For to her This is neither night nor day But enchantment. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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