Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

(14 September 1883 – 19 April 1922 / Gunnersbury, London)

Bartimeus Grown Old - Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

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YEA, I am he that dwelt beside this tomb.
I was a child. God smote me from the sun.
A little while, I had forgot to run
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  • Bronze Star - 2,808 Points Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (8/12/2012 2:24:00 AM)

    Passionate way of writing about the old Bartimeus. The poet is able to put himself in the shoes of this old man and feel his sorrow and hope. Good reminder of the coming old age of everyone. (Report) Reply

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