'T was just this time last year I died. I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms, -- It had the tassels on. . I thought how yellow it would look When Richard went to mill; And then I wanted to get out, But something held my will. . I thought just how red apples wedged The stubble's joints between; And carts went stooping round the fields To take the pumpkins in. . I wondered which would miss me least, And when Thanksgiving came, If father'd multiply the plates To make an even sum. . And if my stocking hung too high, Would it blur the Christmas glee, That not a Santa Claus coud reach The altitude of me? . But this sort grieved myself, and so I thought how it would be When just this time, some perfect year, Themselves should come to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 25 by JAMES JOYCE OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |