I am not barren though I shall conceive No child of yours except a lonely song. Another woman in your arms will leave Your little son to whom I shall belong Only as memory in a father's heart, Ever forsaken therefore not forgot, ---- Yet shall my seed become a living part Of every word you sow within the plot Of his young mind, until within his life The orchard of our dreams shall bloom and bear Threefold the richness we in weary strife, Even in self-destruction, planted there. A motherhood most potent I assume Since we conceive within a stranger's womb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |