Willa Sibert Cather
Willa Sibert Cather Poems
|4.||Street In Packingtown||4/22/2010|
|7.||The Hawthorn Tree||4/22/2010|
|9.||Poppies On Ludlow Castle||4/22/2010|
|10.||"Grandmither, Think Not I Forget"||1/4/2003|
Comments about Willa Sibert Cather
In every line a supple beauty -
The restless head a little bent -
Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty,
The unseeing eyes of discontent.
I often come to sit beside him,
This youth who passed and left no trace
Of good or ill that did betide him,
Save the disdain upon his face.
The hope of all his House, the brother
Adored, the golden-hearted son,
Whom Fortune pampered like a mother;
And then, - a shadow on the sun.
Whether he followed Cæsar's trumpet,
Or chanced the riskier game at home
To find how favor played the stumpet
In fickle politics ...