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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORTAL, by LAURA RIDING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There is a man of me that tills Last Line: I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me. Alternate Author Name(s): Jackson, Laura Riding | |||
There is a man of me that tills. There is a woman of me that reaps. One is true And one is fair. Scarce I know where either are. But I am seed the man should give And I am child the woman should bear And I am love That cannot find them anywhere. Father and mother and God and my shadowy ancestry -- I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN'S BURNING by LAURA RIDING THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 74 by ALFRED TENNYSON FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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