Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER AND SON, by KAREN SWENSON Poet's Biography First Line: Still, in the stale cigarette smell Last Line: Drift separately into dawn. Subject(s): Children; Memory; Mothers & Sons; Parents; Childhood; Parenthood | ||||||||
Still, in the stale cigarette smell of motel rooms, I wake if a child coughs next door, my palms sweaty with impotent responsibility. Tonight, home for a weekend, you cough in the next room sever my dreams and wake me to frayed ends of the loosed cord. 3 AM. Turn on the light. Read. Seeing the light beneath my door you wander in to sit on the end of the bed and we are held an hour in the lamp's circle making a reef knot of our loose ends until we slip from each other again and, the light turned out, drift separately into dawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY PARENTS HAVE COME HOME LAUGHING by MARK JARMAN BIRTHDAY (AUTOBIOGRAPHY) by ROBINSON JEFFERS LOOKING IN AT NIGHT by MARY KINZIE THE VELVET HAND by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY CURRICULUM VITAE by LISEL MUELLER CIVILIZING THE CHILD by LISEL MUELLER MISSING THE DEAD by LISEL MUELLER |
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