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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHILDREN OF THE SUN: 23, by WALLACE GOULD Poet's Biography First Line: She was an old free woman, forsaken Last Line: And she wept. | |||
She was an old free woman, forsaken. She walked along the highroad, humming, looking below upon the Sabbath-sleepy city which glimmered in the westward light of an afternoon of September and she saw that the world had collapsed and she looked upon the ruins of the world and they were yellow and white and brown and she turned from the highroad into a logging-road and began to wander and began to murmur and she murmured, in a kind of song, scattering white-plumed seeds as she wandered -- "There is peace in the woods this afternoon, dear! There is peace in the woods this afternoon, my child! 'Tis quieted! 'Tis easier to die! Where are you now, dear? Where are you now, my child? Child, I am alone! Child, I am wandering -- alone -- alone -- where the weeds and vines are broken down and entangled and tarnished! Child, I am weeping! Child, I am growing old! Oh, the dead weeds rasp and the dead vines rattle and I love you! Child, I love you! Child, I am growing old!" The afternoon light was as mellow as the glimmer of candles arranged around the faces of the dead and the winds were as low of sound as the music which is played when we pass before corpses, and were spiced with the odors of death and she sank upon her knees and the dead weeds rasped and the dead vines rattled and she wept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILDREN OF THE SUN: 41 by WALLACE GOULD CHILDREN OF THE SUN: 52 by WALLACE GOULD THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON |
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