Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AGED NINETY YEARS, by WILBERT SNOW Poet's Biography First Line: The loneliness of her old age flashed clear Last Line: Would sink, like her, in chilly arms of earth. Alternate Author Name(s): Snow, Charles Wilber Subject(s): Graves; Old Age; Solitude; Tombs; Tombstones; Loneliness | ||||||||
The loneliness of her old age flashed clear The day her body took its pilgrimage Out of the little house where she had lived Into the sunless house of brick-red dust. The darkened room was empty, save for ghosts Of those she loved who hovered near the place, Unseen but felt, trying familiar chairs. Impassioned grief for those who die in youth, The grief that holds the village in a mood As spellbound as a frozen Arctic river, Was absent here; and only vague relief, Mingled with tenderness like that which flows From soft wet mornings after autumn rains -- Relief of water-lilies in a bowl -- Entered the quiet room where thin white hands Were folded long and limp across her breast. No throng of people followed to the grave, A handful merely, these not friends of hers, But of a daughter who watched over her Throughout her failing years and closed her eyes, Wishing perhaps a score of times the end Might hasten on for respite to them both. Within the half-forgotten ancient plot The choking weeds and cemetery moss Were blotting out the old New England names -- Seth, Adoniram, Hepzibah, Desire -- And curtaining the broken marble slabs, As her stern faith had dimmed the marble tones Of life beneath a Puritanic gray. Leaving the last grave in the double lot, They turned their faces toward the flaming west And felt the spirit of the autumn sunset Put gently out its hand to push away The spectre of oblivion whose shade Was stalking through these gray neglected slabs; Foreshadowing like a winter night the hour In which the proudest plinth the yard could boast Would sink, like her, in chilly arms of earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES ADVICE TO A CLAM-DIGGER; AN AMERICAN GEORGIC by WILBERT SNOW |
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