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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO AN OLD BLUE BOWL, by FRANCES E. STREET First Line: The ghosts of long - dead women bend with me Last Line: And bind myself to life as these dead women now are bound to me! Subject(s): Ancestry & Ancestors; Bowls | |||
The ghosts of long-dead women bend with me Above you, frail blue bit of beauty we've all loved, -- She whose long hands set you on teakwood tenderly In a Manchu's garden, -- she who wore The simple grays of Salem, -- she who rode Through wildernesses to the great jade sea Of Michigan, -- she whose thin hands showed Work-scarred against your blue translucency; Glowing, and dustless, through twice a hundred years We've kept the quaint perfection of your loveliness. And when I too shall stand, a wraith in their dim circle, and the living one appears Who finds you answer to her dreams of worlds beyond her ken, -- Dark gardens, strange seas, fragrances that haunt her sleep, Walled cities, crumbling towers, far lands where she would be; Remembering, I'll call to her across the mysterious deep, And bind myself to life as these dead women now are bound to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TURQUOISE BOWL by KATHRYN WHITE RYAN TO A FULLER BOWL by GENEVA VERSTEEG LEISURE by EDITH EDWARDS WALDRON MY MOTHER (GIVING ME THE ORIENTAL BOWL) by LYNNE KNIGHT WOMAN WITH THE EMPTY BOWL by MONIKA LEE LITTLE CARVED BOWL by MARGARET WIDDEMER AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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