Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER, by THOMAS WHITTEMORE FESSENDEN First Line: You painted no madonnas Last Line: My mother's life should show! Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
YOU painted no Madonnas On chapel walls in Rome; But with a touch diviner, You lived one in your home. You wrote no lofty poems That critics counted art; But with a nobler vision, You lived them in your heart. You carved no shapeless marble To some high soul-design; But with a finer sculpture, You shaped this soul of mine. You built no great cathedrals That centuries applaud; But with a grace exquisite, Your life cathedraled God. Had I the gift of Raphael Or Michelangelo Oh, what a rare Madonna My mother's life should show! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL |
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