Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TONALA BESIEGED, by IDELLA PURNELL Poet's Biography First Line: O my son, there is no water now at all Last Line: Thy sister was too beautiful, my son. Subject(s): Air Raids; Air Warfare | ||||||||
O my son, there is no water now at all, And our gracious city is left without a light. Go thou and buy a candle, a paraffin-white candle, To keep against the coming of the night. O my son, there is no water now at all. The rebel storms outside the city gate. Go thou and pluck the oranges, the honey-golden oranges, That we may not be thirsty while we wait. O my son, there is no water now at all. Thy sister is too beautiful, my son. Go thou and bring the scissors, the sharp-edge, blue-steel scissors, To cut her hair, of night and sorrow spun. The bombing-planes are gone; the streets are clean. Water we have, and light. The seige is done. Go thou and make a coffin. Paint blue a cheap pine coffin. Thy sister was too beautiful, my son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAVY FIELD by WILLIAM MEREDITH LONELY EAGLES by MARILYN NELSON THE LEGLESS FIGHTER PILOT by SHARON OLDS PORT OF AERIAL EMBARKATION by JOHN CIARDI THE PILOT IN THE JUNGLE by JOHN CIARDI PILOTS, MAN YOUR PLANES by RANDALL JARRELL THE DEAD WINGMAN by RANDALL JARRELL THE FURY OF AERIAL BOMBARDMENT by RICHARD GHORMLEY EBERHART |
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