I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs- The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I've finished threading-too- Baptized, before, without the choice, But this time, consciously, of Grace- Unto supremest name- Called to my Full-The Crescent dropped- Existence's whole Arc, filled up, With one-small Diadem- My second Rank-too small the first- Crowned-Crowing-on my Father's breast- A half unconscious Queen- But this time-Adequate-Erect, With Will to choose, or to reject, And I choose, just a Crown- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE ON MR. FREDERICK PORTER'S ROOM OF PICTURES, 1930 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 46. FAREWELL TO JULIET (8) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |