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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORTAL, by LAURA RIDING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There is a man of me that tills Last Line: I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me. Alternate Author Name(s): Jackson, Laura Riding | |||
There is a man of me that tills. There is a woman of me that reaps. One is true And one is fair. Scarce I know where either are. But I am seed the man should give And I am child the woman should bear And I am love That cannot find them anywhere. Father and mother and God and my shadowy ancestry -- I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN'S BURNING by LAURA RIDING EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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