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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE, by ROBERT FREEMAN Poet's Biography First Line: No, not cold beneath the grasses Last Line: Waiting in another room? Subject(s): Immortality | |||
No, not cold beneath the grasses, Not close-walled within the tomb; Rather, in our Father's mansion, Living, in another room. Living, like the man who loves me, Like my child with cheeks abloom, Out of sight, at desk or schoolbook, Busy, in another room. Nearer than my son whom fortune Beckons where the strange lands loom; Just behind the hanging curtain, Serving, in another room. Shall I doubt my Father's mercy? Shall I think of death as doom, Or the stepping o'er the threshold To a bigger, brighter room? Shall I blame my Father's wisdom? Shall I sit enswathed in gloom, When I know my loves are happy, Waiting in another room? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALLACE STEVENS' LETTERS by ROBERT BLY DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING by DAVID IGNATOW I CLOSE MY EYES by DAVID IGNATOW IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE THE THINGS THAT DIE by GREGORY ORR THE MAN WHO DIED TWICE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA A HYMN OF UNITY by ROBERT FREEMAN |
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