Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD HOME, by IRENE KIRBY SURENSON First Line: There is nothing here of the obvious to show Last Line: The stories of children, sprawled on a grain of sand. Subject(s): Home | ||||||||
There is nothing here of the obvious to show That once we breathed this lonely, alien air. Not a rose nor bridal path -- These come and go With romance of other days, and dreams more fair Than these of the narrowing trail of the western slope. Nothing is here but a tale of a setting sun That shadows toward the East in lingering hope, Emerging in mist from a river wild and dun. Here is the teller of tales whose tale is told Of passing ghosts who frisk in transient wind. Here is the child, whose laughter now grown old Is memory the sombre days have thinned ... Father of scribes, who writes with unfaltering hand The stories of children, sprawled on a grain of sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EL FLORIDA ROOM by RICHARD BLANCO DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO THIS HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UPSTAIRS ROOM by WELDON KEES HOME IS SO SAD by PHILIP LARKIN DUTCH INTERIOR by DAVID LEHMAN GUGLIELMO MARCONI by IRENE KIRBY SURENSON A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE |
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