Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER; AN UNCOMPLETED SONNET SEQUENCE: 18, by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER Poet's Biography First Line: Tis hard that the full summer of our round Last Line: And we know then that some time since youth went. Alternate Author Name(s): Home, Cecil; Webster, Mrs. Julia Augusta Subject(s): Mothers & Daughters; Time | ||||||||
'Tis hard that the full summer of our round Is but the turn where winter's sign-post's writ; That to have reached the best is leaving it; That final loss bears date from having found. So some proud vessel in a narrow sound Sails at high water with the fair wind fit, And lo! the ebb along the sandy spit, Lower and lower till she jars, aground. 'Tis hard. We are young still but more content; 'Tis our ripe flush, the heyday of our prime; We learn full breath, how rich of the air we are! But suddenly we note a touch of time, A little fleck that scarcely seems to mar; And we know then that some time since youth went. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER |
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