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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLUE WILLOW, by MILDRED D. SHACKLETT First Line: My fate might not have been the dreamer's Last Line: When nurtured from a willow plate? Subject(s): Convents | |||
My fate might not have been the dreamer's, No time for prose and all for froth, If the ware had not been old blue willow From which I supped my daily broth! A child, I lived the quaint tradition, I was the Chinese maid, Kong Shee, Flitting the bridge with Chang, the lover, From the convent house by the willow tree. I drained my mug at every serving To rid it of its milky sea And bring to light a gull still sailing Above the swaying willow tree! A whimsy thought but one for toying, For who has power to estimate The end of a young poetic fancy When nurtured from a willow plate? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAR MEMORY: 1. CONVENT by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 2. SOMEONE INSIDE ME REMEMBERS by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 5. SINNERMAN by LUCILLE CLIFTON ANTIQUE CONVENT PARLOR by MADELINE DEFREES VISITING SUNDAY: CONVENT NOVITIATE by MADELINE DEFREES DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEEDLEWORK by ELAINE TERRANOVA TO ONE WHO HAD LEFT HER CONVENT TO MARRY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WAIT by MILDRED D. SHACKLETT TWO CREPE MYRTLES by MILDRED D. SHACKLETT SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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