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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 |
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