Playing in the fire and twilight together, My little son and I, Suddenly -- woefully -- I stoop to catch him. "Try, mother, try!" Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger: "Hush! cease your play!" What happened? What in that tiny moment Flew away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |