She skimmed sour cream with a wide flat spoon Of ancient pewter tarnished black and sere; It was the last of things that she held dear.... Her set mouth caught the humming of a tune Her heart would faintly sing; still all too soon A toll was paid to weedy stubborn sod With the loam she packed in a barrel-hod That interred her youth in a still lagoon. Downy chicks she fed that huddled to each other, Then brushed the floor of sand the men-folk track; Sheep were sheared of fleece from trembling back, Staring bewildered at each bleating brother. Yet when her small son kissed her shriveled lips, She tasted nectar only wild bee sips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |