The child crawls in widening circles, backs to the wall as a dog would. The lights grow dim, his mother talks. Swag: a hot night and the clouds running low were brains and I above them with the moon saw down through a glass skull. And O god I think I want to sleep within some tree or on a warmer planet beneath a march of asteroids. He saw the lady in the Empire dress raise it to sit bare along the black tree branch where she sang a ditty of nature. They are packing up in the lamplight, moving out again for the West this time sure only of inevitable miracles. No mail delights me as much as this -- written with plum juice on red paper and announcing the rebirth of three dead species. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON PRAYER FOR A DREAM by JOHN C. ADLER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |