Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Gunnersbury, London
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Gunnersbury, London

Youth’s End

Rating: 2.7
I HAVE held my life too high,
Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.
I should have held it lightly, like a young leaf rent in haste
From the willow in the waste.
A moment in my fingers; then it fluttered, then it fled,
A little flame of red,
To the God-beholding desert where the soundless years go by,–
I have held my life too high.

I have held my death too dear,
Shame or honour, peace or peril, pride or fear.
I should have held it softly, as the little cloud that flies
When the heron takes the skies.
I should have held it kindly as a passing whisper,–'Friend,
Here's the end,
Here the silver cord is loosened and the bowl is broken here,'–
But I held my death too dear.
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COMMENTS
Shaun Cronick 05 June 2020
a well written poem displaying more than a matter of life and death. For it's much more serious than that.
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* Sunprincess * 04 June 2014
............life and death together a great theme for a poem....nice write...
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