Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT HER GRAVE, by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I have stay'd too long from your grave Last Line: Where a weed will never grow. Alternate Author Name(s): O'shaughnessy, Arthur W. E. Subject(s): Graves; Mourning; Tombs; Tombstones; Bereavement | ||||||||
I HAVE stay'd too long from your grave, it seems; Now I come back again. Love, have you stirr'd down there in your dreams Through the sunny days or the rain? Ah, no! the same peace: you are happy so; And your flowers, how do they grow? Your rose has a bud: is it meant for me? Ah, little red gift put up So silently, like a child's present, you see Lying beside your cup! And geranium leaves, -- I will take, if I may, Two or three to carry away. I went not far. In you world of ours Grow ugly weeds. With my heart, Thinking of you and your garden of flowers, I went to do my part, Plucking up, where they poison the human wheat, The weeds of cant and deceit. 'T is a hideous thing I have seen, and the toil Begets few thanks, much hate; And the new crop only will find the soil Less foul, -- for the old 't is too late. I come back to the only spot I know Where a weed will never grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART |
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