
This poem is a tribute to the mother of poets, who nurtured and inspired her children to pursue their creative passions. The speaker reflects on the mother's wisdom, love, and guidance, which helped shape the lives of her offspring.
By Bliss Carman · First published 1896 · Genre: Poetry, Biography, Dedication · 314 words
The typewriter ticketh no more in the twilight; / The mother of poets is sitting alone; / Only the katydid teases the noonday; / Where are the good-for-naught wanderbirds flown?
Tom's in the North with his purple impressions; / Dickon's in London a-building his fame; / Fred's in the mountains a-minding his cattle; / Kavanagh's teaching and preaching and game.
poetry · motherhood · literary · tribute · H.F.H · Bliss Carman · Canadian literature · 19th century literature · classic poetry · romanticism · nature poetry · women in literature
The Mother of Poets. To H. F. H is listed on Textopian as a poem by Bliss Carman, dated 1896 CE.
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