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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STRANGER, by DAISY WRIGHT FIELD First Line: A tall, dark stranger Last Line: Seven years ago! Alternate Author Name(s): Field, Wright Subject(s): Strangers | |||
A tall, dark stranger Came into my breakfast room this morning With a faint grunt of greeting And fell upon his food and newspaper, Preoccupied and inarticulate. I looked about me furtively At the yellow curtains and potted hyacinths. I rearranged the daffodils in the blue bowl, Reached up with a nervous finger tip To see if that ridiculous curl Stuck up as usual in the middle of my forehead Hoping it didn't ... wondered if the cream In Grandmother's squatty old pitcher Was rich enough to suit him. There was no word spoken Except once when I said, "I wonder if spring Isn't nearly here!" The stranger answered vaguely, "Huh? Uh-huh, I guess so." I choked a little On the last bite of waffle As the stranger rose and threw down his napkin Stalked into the hall, put on his hat and rubbers And left for the office. The breeze ruffled the yellow curtains, Or was it a sigh? There was strange dew on the daffodils As I bent over them Remembering how I had carried daffodils, An armful of gold, When I married the stranger Seven years ago! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIALOGUE PARTLY PLATONIC by MADELINE DEFREES THE SANDWICH MAN by RON PADGETT FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MAN WITHOUT LEATHER BREECHES by JAMES TATE |
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