Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOME, by BYRDIE L. MARTIN First Line: Within your portals she has dwelt Last Line: Her soul is like a shining star. Subject(s): Home; Mothers; Soul | ||||||||
Within your portals she has dwelt, Old house, old house, here she has knelt; Here she has wrestled oft with God, Here have the feet of angels trod. Your walls have heard my mother sing -- You are at best a fragile thing, Built long ago of fragrant pine -- To me you have become a shrine. Home flies her brood from lands afar, Her soul is like a shining star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL FALCON by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE WHOLE SOUL by PHILIP LEVINE I KNOW MY SOUL by CLAUDE MCKAY HONORING THE SAND; IN MEMORY OF JOSEPH CAMPBELL by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE EXHUMATION by ANNE CARSON BUT WHEN I SAW GRAND CANYON by BYRDIE L. MARTIN |
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