Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY SOUL AND I, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: Why don't I die and set you free?' Last Line: You soon will cast a woman's vote. Subject(s): Old Age; Solitude; Soul; Loneliness | ||||||||
"Why don't I die and set you free?" You saucy Soul, don't talk to me; I am not half so old as you Who saw the Pharoah beat the Jew. You helped to build a pyramid; Once in a Brahmin you were hid; I know because you whispered me How sweet the Hindoo maids could be. For Babylon you sometimes weep When I am tossing in my sleep; If of Iran I make a verse, You Zoroaster's lines rehearse. Please don't forget that Chinese queue, Though worn upon a throne 'tis true; And next, as one of Canton's girls, You made the tea for sampan churls. You were a Turkish red-fez man, You babble still of Hafed's khan; I stood within blind Nydia's door; Quoth you, "I've seen this house before." When the old Britons placed the rood, You with the ensigned Romans stood; Though you became her queen by right, I found you worn and weary quite. You've been worse off; more civil speak, Since you are such a varied freak. I have not kept you near so long As that black slave of Intermong. You've tried the old world's worst and best, And thought it better to come west: Then you were very glad to find My infant form just to your mind. The west has set the whole world-pace; You're still in time to join the race: A new sensation you will note, You soon will cast a woman's vote. | Other Poems of Interest...VINEGAR AND OIL by JANE HIRSHFIELD 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 |
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