Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EARTHEN URN, by KATHRYN WHITE RYAN


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First Line: O when I hear a hill-far drum I'll know
Last Line: Into the earth, into the cradling mud.
Subject(s): Death; Time; Dead, The


O when I hear a hill-far drum I'll know
How to succumb. My arms imprisoned now,
Like hungry plants for light, will arch and bow.
I'll climb the breathless final edge and go
Into dark night as into a swift light.
For I have sunned myself in sunless skies;
I've needed freedom only for my eyes,
Those I can close. Those I can blindfold quite.

I shall sink back where broken Time is whole --
A shadow in between two walls, a roll
Of smoke in smoke, a burrowing sure mole.
Unshuddering, I'll drop without a thud
Into the earth, as petals in a bowl,
Into the earth, into the cradling mud.





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