Her father Indisposed to her marriage And a rabid man at that My most sympathetic daughter Make yourself a conception As large as this one Here But with yellow hair From the house Issuing Sunday dressed Combed precisely SPLOSH Pours something Viscuous Malefic Unfamiliar While listening up I hear my husband Mumbling Mumbling Mumbling at the window Malediction Incantation Under an hour Her hand to her side pressing Suffering Being bewitched Cesira fading Daily daily feeble softer The doctor Phthisis The wise woman says to take her So we following her instruction I and the neighbour Take her -- The glass rattling The rain slipping I and the neighbour and her aunt Bunched together And Cesira Droops across the cab Fields and houses Pass like the pulling out Of sweetmeat ribbon From a rascal's mouth Till A wheel in a rut Jerks back my girl on the padding And the hedges into the sky Coming to the magic tree Cesira becomes as a wild beast A tree of age If Cesira should not become as a wild beast It is merely Phthisis This being the wise woman's instruction Knowing she has to die We drive home To wait She certainly does in time It is unnatural in a Father Bewitching a daughter Whose hair down covers her thighs | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 122 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OLD THINGS by THOMAS T. BLEWETT I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT |