Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOTHER, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE First Line: Hark, hark! / did you not hear a sound from out the dark Last Line: Save me alone? The people there are dead! Subject(s): Children; Comfort; Fear; Mothers; Childhood | ||||||||
(She speaks, sitting up in bed:) HARK, hark! Did you not hear a sound from out the Dark A little, broken, uncontented cry? (Hush, darling, I am nigh!) The quick, bewildered walking mark you not, The hands beseeching, The white face stained with tears, the curls that clot The tiny brow, the mother-want past speeching? Oh, can you see my baby frightened there, And can you bear To keep me from her? (Sweetheart, wait for mother!) How may she find the way, uncomforted? And how shall comfort come from any other Save me alone? The people there are dead! | 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 A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |
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