Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OLD MAN'S SONG, by HELENE BUHLERT BULLOCK First Line: All day I played, and grew with the flowers Last Line: "life is death." Subject(s): Old Age; Wellesley College | ||||||||
All day I played, and grew with the flowers, (Ireland's hedges are white in May!) Laughed with the sunlight, cried with the showers, Loud sang my merry heart, "Life is play!" I wedded a maid when the shamrock was green, (Blue were her eyes as the June sky above!) I was a king and she was a queen, Low whispered heart on heart "Life is love!" I knelt by the side of her empty bed, (Ireland was gray in the autumn rain.) God and the world far away with my dead, -- "Sure," said my breaking heart, "Life is pain." All day I sit by the peat-fire's glow; (Frosty and raw is Ireland's breath.) Little reck I of the damp or the blow, Peace keeps my tired heart, "Life is death." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON SONG by HELENE BUHLERT BULLOCK THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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