A Thing, Remembered Poem by james watkin
A Thing, Remembered
These woodlouse in the glare
Of corrugated fences
Are metallic balls!
Out from a hot alley
Can yet see, in myself
What of it enthralls.
Minor thing, yes; but shared
With what's been long since
Face-stood over thus:
What for an exhibit
In glass case achieves
Immortal status.
Friday, April 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,childhood
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/11/2024 10:27:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
