Friday, April 16, 2010

For A Child Comments

Rating: 2.7

Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
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Harriet Monroe
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William Crowe 28 February 2011

With great love and poetry this poem transforms the genuine grief that it communicates and rails in denial of the finality of death. Its art bestows dignity on the life of the child. It is eulogy and elegy at its best - 'In vain they dig thy grave'.

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