Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DUST-SONG, by WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON Poet's Biography First Line: Flick me from your broom's end Last Line: You in my long arms! Subject(s): Dust | ||||||||
Flick me from your broom's end; Fling me on the air; Chase me with your silken cloth Round your room with care. Dig me from your corners; Mop my brow's cold wet; Rub me from your table tops; Word me with your fret. Dust I am and Master Of your storms and calms: I leap six feet under with You in my long arms! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST DUST IN THE EYES by ROBERT FROST IN THE DUST by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW A WITCH'S DAUGHTER AND A COBBLER'S SON by WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON |
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