Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PAPER CARP, by JANET B. MONTGOMERY MCGOVERN First Line: To-day they drink the wind, the paper carp Last Line: And that of our wounded son. The gods are good. Subject(s): Aging; Paper | ||||||||
TO-DAY they drink the wind, the paper carp, With heads toward the wind's source, As real carp swimor so our elders tell Against the stream. So have these fish become The symbol of the manhood of our race; Strong to overcome all odds, battling 'gainst life's stream. And to-dayas ev'ry fifth of Maythose fortunate ones Who have given men-children to their lords Hang before their homes carp made of shimmering paper; Red, silver, golden, greenthe colours loved of Gods That men, seeing, these may know Kwannon has blessed that home; That out of her hundred-handed store it has pleased her Mercy to bestow, that the name may not die out. .... And to-day, at last, our home is blessed, Though I am very old, long past the age When women may give children to their lords, And my lord is blind and grown feeble 'neath the burden of his years. He cannot see the golden carp; our own before our door, But ere I raised it to its staff He took it in his hands and blessed it. And now, as, filled with wind, it floats and flutters, He hears the swish and smiles. "This is to die content," he says. For over ten years no carp has hung before our door, No smile has lighted my dear lord's face or mine. For our son, our only son, had done that Which was unworthy of my lord's son. Men called him coward; said he had trembled in the face of danger, Had shrunk from the blare of Russian guns He did not deny; my lord turned him from our door, For twenty years we have had no son. But now Now in his own blood is he redeemed. Blood shed for the Emperor. No longer an officer, But as the meanest of privates he sought service And on the field sought dangerand found it. He has come back a cripple, marred, face shot away; No day without pain, nor can be to the end; But our son once more. So merrily sails the carp in the wind; And happily beats my old heart, and my lord's; And that of our wounded son. The Gods are good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE GREAT CHINESE PAPERMAKERS CAME TO CUBA, GREAT POETS FOLLOWED by VIRGIL SUAREZ PAPERMAKING RECIPE by VIRGIL SUAREZ THE PAPER KITE, SELS by SAMUEL BOWDEN MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 2. RESTORATION by BERTON BRALEY SONNET TO SHAKESPEARE by SARA ALICE HOWARD LOVE'S INSPIRATION by TRISTAN LECLERE I REMEMBER GALILEO by GERALD STERN CHERRY TREES IN APRIL by JANET B. MONTGOMERY MCGOVERN |
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