The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 58 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

What should I be but a prophet and a liar	A
Whose mother was a leprechaun whose father was a friar	A
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water	A
What should I be but the fiend's god daughter	A
	-
And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog	B
That was got beneath a furze bush and born in a bog	B
And what should be my singing that was christened at an altar	A
But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter	A
	-
You will see such webs on the wet grass maybe	C
As a pixie mother weaves for her baby	C
You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb	D
As flashes in the meshes of a mer mother's web	D
	-
But there comes to birth no common spawn	E
From the love of a priest for a leprechaun	E
And you never have seen and you never will see	C
Such things as the things that swaddled me	C
	-
After all's said and after all's done	E
What should I be but a harlot and a nun	E
	-
In through the bushes on any foggy day	F
My Da would come a swishing of the drops away	F
With a prayer for my death and a groan for my birth	G
A mumbling of his beads for all that he was worth	G
	-
And there sit my Ma her knees beneath her chin	E
A looking in his face and a drinking of it in	E
And a marking in the moss some funny little saying	H
That would mean just the opposite of all that he was praying	H
	-
He taught me the holy talk of Vesper and of Matin	E
He heard me my Greek and he heard me my Latin	E
He blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evil	I
And we watched him out of sight and we conjured up the devil	I
	-
Oh the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't known	E
What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown	E
And yanked both ways by my mother and my father	A
With a Which would you better and a Which would you rather	A
	-
With him for a sire and her for a dam	J
What should I be but just what I am	J

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge

Write your comment about The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets