If any duck in any brook,
Fluttering the water
For your crumb,
Seemed the helpless daughter
Of a mother
Regretful that she bore her;
Or of another,
Barren, and longing for her;
What of the dove,
Or thrush, or any singing mysteries?
What of the trees
And intonations of the trees?
What of the night
That lights and dims the stars?
Do you know, Hans Christian,
Now that you see the night?
Sonatina To Hans Christian
Wallace Stevens
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Poem topics: daughter, mother, water, dove, Christian, night, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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