Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAST GIFT, by FREDRICA KAY First Line: They have laid me here on this windy hill Last Line: Thru the long grass overhead. Subject(s): Death; Graves; Love - Loss Of; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
I They have laid me here on this windy hill, O, the false, false tears they shed; They have hid me away from the light of day, With the warm grass, the soft grass, With the long grass overhead. II But I always hear your footstep's fall However lightly you tread; And my heart's loud beat, you must hear it, sweet, Thru the warm grass, the soft grass, Thru the long grass overhead. III Till my neighbors, stirring in slumber, sigh; "Hush, boy! Don't you know you're dead?" How can I sleep, when I hear you weep Thru the warm grass, the soft grass, Thru the long grass overhead. IV And the words I hungered, thirsted for, The words you never said, Now I hear you say, as you kneel to pray In the warm grass, the soft grass, In the long grass overhead. V Then my quickened dust springs forth to light And blossoms white and red: 'Tis my heart's last bloom breathed out in perfume Thru the warm grass, the soft grass, Thru the long grass overhead. | 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 NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |
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