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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MATER DOLOROSA, by MATTIE HALLAM LACY First Line: My race, my name, my country? His? Why care? Last Line: Men made god lord ... (have I long, god, to wait?) | |||
My race, my name, my country? His? Why care? It should not matter, since his lips are sealed. I am only mother ... that boy's ... lying there Drenched in red blood! (O, God, that I be steeled! That I have strength!) .. I wail no coronach. Why should I? Now no further hurt can come. Spirit unharmed, I soon shall have him back, Heeding no blare of trumpet, beat of drum! For him the jubilate! ... Yet, I mourn, With other mothers who have mothered men, Their lack of mercy, scourge of blackest hate. He was and is the son that I have borne. The quarrel is none of his, nor has it been. Men made God lord ... (Have I long, God, to wait?) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO A TURKISH LEGEND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SKY-GYPSY by WALTER BARDECK SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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