Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROMETHEA, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS First Line: Before the february day / yellows the window-pane once more Last Line: His equal, who brought fire to earth! Subject(s): Housewives | ||||||||
BEFORE the February day Yellows the window-pane once more, I hear her on her slipshod way Clatter outside my bedroom door, Unshrined and all unknown to fame To me a goddess just the same! Hers was no columned Grecian grove, Hers no be-ferned Sicilian fount; No shepherd of the white-fleeced drove Adjudged her fair on Ida's mount, Nor did she in the dark unbar The dawn gate for the sun-god's car! Yet, ere the laggard milkman cries, Ill-nurtured nymph of household care She comes, poor child, with heavy eyes Adown the creaky lodging stair, To struggle with the Stygian gloom Of fog that fills the dining-room! Coarse-fingered, grimy as to face From scuttle, pan, or window-sill; Well, was the very rosiest Grace So fit to merit man's good-will As she, who comes in low estate, Poor little drudge, to lay the grate? And when the glow of kindly flame Leaps 'neath her touch to warm and cheer The cockles of the human frame, Its little handmaid doth appear, For sheer humanitarian worth, His equal, who brought Fire to Earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCCUPATION: HOUSEWIFE by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY GOODWIFE PLAYING THE VIRGINALS; AFTER A PAINTING BY DE WITTE by ELAINE TERRANOVA WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD I STOP WRITING THE POEM by TESS GALLAGHER THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A BLACK-LETTER STORY-BOOK by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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