Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GRAIN OF MUSTARD SEED, by CHARLES SAMUEL GREENE First Line: What moved me most, dear friend, that happy day Last Line: The brooding presence of the paraclete. Subject(s): Graves; San Fernando, California; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
What moved me most, dear friend, that happy day At San Fernando in the early Fall, Was not the glory that its charms recall, The sainted King of Spain, the arching gray Of cloisters, fronting on the Royal Way, The roof of tiles, dove-haunted, nor the tall Old palms that guard the olive orchard's wall, Nor yet the church, impressive in decay; But just a grave, where weeds neglected grew, That bore two mustard stalks tied Christ-cross wise. A grain of faith like that makes living sweet: It moves the mountains, makes us feel anew The benediction of those smiling skies, The brooding presence of the Paraclete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW |
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