Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHILD, by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY Poet's Biography First Line: It was only the clinging touch Last Line: It hath made the whole day sweet. Subject(s): Children; Good Samaritan; Touch (sense); Childhood | ||||||||
IT WAS only the clinging touch Of a child's hand in the street, But it made the whole day sweet; Caught, as he ran full-speed, In my own stretched out to his need, Caught, and saved from the fall, As I held, for the moment's poise, In my circling arms the whole boy's Delicate slightness, warmèd mould; Mine, for an instant mine, The sweetest thing the heart can divine, More precious than fame or gold, The crown of many joys, Lay in my breast, all mine. I was nothing to him; He neither looked up nor spoke; I never saw his eyes; He was gone ere my mind awoke From the action's quick surprise With vision blurred and dim. You say I ask too much: It was only the clinging touch Of a child in a city street; It hath made the whole day sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |
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