Low on her little stool she sits
To make a nursing lap,
And cares for nothing but the form
Her little arms enwrap.
With hairless skull that gapes apart,
A broken plaster ball,
One chipped glass eye that squints askew,
And ne’er a nose at all-
No raddle left on grimy cheek,
No mouth that one can see-
It scarce discloses, at a glance,
What it was meant to be.
But something in the simple scheme
As it extends below
(It is the “tidy” from my chair
That she is rumpling so)-
A certain folding of the stuff
That winds the thing about
(But still permits the sawdust gore
To trickle down and out)-
The way it curves around her waist,
On little knees outspread-
Implies a body frail and dear,
Whence one infers a head.
She rocks the scarecrow to and fro,
With croonings soft and deep,
A lullaby designed to hush
The bunch of rags to sleep.
I ask what rubbish has she there.
“My dolly,” she replies,
But tone and smile and gesture say,
“My angel from the skies.”
Ineffable the look of love
Cast on the hideous blur
That somehow means a precious face,
Most beautiful, to her.
The deftness and the tenderness
Of her caressing hands . . . . . .
How can she possibly divine
For what the creature stands?
Herself a nurseling, that has seen
The summers and the snows
Of scarce five years of baby life.
And yet she knows-she knows.
Just as a puppy of the pack
Knows unheard huntsman’s call,
And knows it is a running hound
Before it learns to crawl.
Just as she knew, when hardly born,
The breast unseen before,
And knew-how well!-before they touched,
What milk and mouth were for.
So, by some mystic extra-sense
Denied to eyes and ears,
Her spirit communes with its own
Beyond the veil of years.
She hears unechoing footsteps run
On floors she never trod,
Sees lineaments invisible
As is the face of God-
Forms she can recognise and greet,
Though wholly hid from me.
Alas! a treasure that is not,
And that may never be.
The majesty of motherhood
Sits on her baby brow;
Before her little three-legged throne
My grizzled head must bow.
That dingy bundle in her arms
Symbols immortal things-
A heritage, by right divine,
Beyond the claims of kings.
A few random poems:
- Валерий Брюсов – К моей стране
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ольга Седакова – Плач
- Ок Мельникова – All I want, all I need
- Audience With A Poet Written December 13 1976 For Robert E Hayden Ph D
- Алексей Жемчужников – Ты прав
- Parting Words by Rabindranath Tagore
- Circus In Three Rings by Sylvia Plath
- Criss-Cross Acrostic*: Ai My Eye ! by T. Wignesan
- Interview With Joseph D’Agnese, Author Of Jersey Heat
- Новелла Матвеева – Когда Вселенная открывает нам добровольно
- Tractor by Ted Hughes
- Complaint Prometheus
- To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On the Death Of His Daughter by Phillis Wheatley
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- The Higher Pantheism poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Grandmother poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Garden poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Flower poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Eagle poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Deserted House poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Brook poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sweet And Low poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- St. Agnes’ Eve poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Spring poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sir Galahad poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sea Dreams poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Requiescat poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Recollection of the Arabian Nights poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Princess: A Medley: The splendour falls on castle walls poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Pelleas And Ettarre poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Of Old Sat Freedom on the Heights poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Of Old Sat Freedom poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.