Poem, 1867
What lies between my Ears?
So many things remembered,
Set aside lest I Forget -
My hopes, my Fears - although
The Image fades with Time
To shades of Grey.
Margery Clute (1824-76)
The Cuckoo
The Cuckoo pecked
At the Portal of my Mind
Hoping, no doubt,
A Little Seed to find.
O Cuckoo, Sing!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.
Your Fluting Song of Spring
Is not unkind.
Margery Clute (1824-76)
If you missed the first installment, which provided some background information regarding Margery Clute's poetry, you can read it here.
Handel Rigaudon
1 year ago
2 comments:
This is becoming monotonous - is there no end to her mediocre (nay - awful) poetry?
I liked it. Short, simple and beautifully written.
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