Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO EDITH, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou little bud of being, edith named Last Line: To cumulate thy sin & piety. Subject(s): Babies; Infants | ||||||||
Thou little bud of being, Edith named, With whom I've made acquaintance on this earth, Who knowest me without impediment, As flowers know the winds that stir their leaves, And rid'st upon my shoulders as the sphere, Turning on me thy sage reserved eye, Behind whose broad & charitable gaze Floats the still true & universal soul With the pure azure of the general day, Not yet a peopled & a vulgar town, Rather a pure untarnished country ground; For thou art whole, not yet begun to die, While men look on me with their shrivelled rays Streaming through some small chink of the broad sky; Pure youthful soul, thou hast begun to be, To cumulate thy sin & piety. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER |
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