Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BABY, by ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN First Line: Dimpled and flushed and dewy pink he lies Last Line: Through sin, at least, thine eden is not lost. Subject(s): Babies; Infants | ||||||||
DIMPLED and flushed and dewy pink he lies, Crumpled and tossed and lapt in snowy bands; Aimlessly reaching with his tiny hands, Lifting in wondering gaze his great blue eyes. Sweet pouting lips, parted by breathing sighs; Soft cheeks, warm-tinted as from tropic lands; Framed with brown hair in shining silken strands, -- All fair, all pure, a sunbeam from the skies! O perfect innocence! O soul enshrined In blissful ignorance of good or ill, By never gale of idle passion crossed! Although thou art no alien from thy kind, Though pain and death may take thee captive, still Through sin, at least, thine Eden is not lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER A COUNTRYWOMAN OF MINE by ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN |
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