Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DROWNED IN THE TROPICS; THE MOTHER'S QUESTIONS, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Drowned, say you? Tell me, tell me, how she fares Last Line: After a helpless prey, already struck! Subject(s): Drowning; Mothers | ||||||||
Drowned, say you? Tell me, tell me, how she fares, My drowned one? Has she met the finny shoal? And rolled into that glancing march of theirs Her attitudes of death, with no control Of living will? Perchance, her feeble form Falters about wild headlands in the dark, Where no expectant mother's voice bids 'Hark! 'Tis our own Mary!' Or the tropic storm, With its fierce lightning rends her lonely face; Or waterspouts, with writhing motion, suck At her dear relics; prey-birds bless their luck To find her; or the shark and sea-dog trace From far my fair-eyed fondling - cruel chase After a helpless prey, already struck! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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