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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS CHILD, by NINA DUFFY First Line: I wait his return at even Last Line: For they enfold his child. Subject(s): Children; Childhood | |||
I wait his return at even As the rose light tints the west, While a little head with flaxen curls Nestles fondly against my breast. A tiny life -- pure as the blossoms That grow by the wayside -- wild, Ah! the priceless treasure in my arms For they enfold his child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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