An Old Doll

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.

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External links

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Poems in English 

• Fringed Gentian poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Frankincense and Myrrh poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Francis II, King of Naples poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Francis II, King of Naples poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Fragment poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Fool’s Money Bags poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Excerpt from “What’s O’Clock” poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Dreams poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Diya {original title is Greek, Delta-iota-psi-alpha} poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Crowned poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Crepuscule du Matin poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Crepuscule du Matin poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Convalescence poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Convalescence poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Climbing poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Climbing poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Clear, with Light, Variable Winds poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell
• Behind a Wall poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry by Amy Lowell

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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.

 

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