Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOCTURNE, by EMERALD BROWNING KOEB First Line: Wee life supine, now panting for thy breath Last Line: Your soul, love's golden spark, to god belongs. Subject(s): Babies; Infants | ||||||||
Wee life supine, now panting for thy breath On downy silken cot of earthly plane Where bird and flower, both man and beast do stain The landscape with their multi-colored strife, While roving clouds slash through the sky as knife Through first of season's juicy steak now slain For sport and lust of appetite the gain When father sun drives south to greet his wife. Wee little one, you do not see. You do Not hear the rumble of the maddened throng. Your inner sight undimmed sees but the true; Your inner ear in tune with angel's songs Receives but golden notes of harmony's blue; Your soul, love's golden spark, to God belongs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER ODE TO SPRING by EMERALD BROWNING KOEB |
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