Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY MOTHER, by FLORANZ HILDRUP EMTAGE First Line: She walked a high road, I could see her there Last Line: But this I know, that she still walks -- and sings. Subject(s): Morning; Mothers; Roads; Singing & Singers; Walking; Paths; Trails; Songs | ||||||||
She walked a high road, I could see her there, A prayer upon her lips, a flower in her hair, Her skirt blew in the wind, her head was high, She trod the earth, but seemed to breathe the sky, And always she was singing as she went A song of triumph and of rich content. One morning early as we watched her there, A prayer upon her lips, a flower in her hair, Eagerly waiting for the break of day, A sweep on sunrise came and carried her away; She caught a glimpse of high roads further on, And, looking back, went out to meet the dawn. I cannot see her as she moves along, But always, always, I can hear her song, And somehow I am sure that now she knows The reason why she's singing as she goes; I cannot trace her reachless wanderings, But this I know, that she still walks -- and sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY THE QUILTING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |
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