I HAVE walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth,
But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
Her voice was the voice that women have,
Who plead for their heart's desire.
She came—she came—and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.
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From guest Jacqueline (contact)
a very effective, strong poem.. not easy to understand but it moves you increadibly!! -
Wow!
From guest Leah (contact)
Wow, there is no doubt that this poem is fantastic!! I love the change of scene at the end- the fact there are no quotation marks in the whole thing suggest that they become one at the end- good or bad? I'm going with bad, but I'm pretty morbid ;] -
Its about how those that appear most vunerable can really be dangerous. I think "the witch" has been cast out for her evil deeds (why else would she be wandering around like that?) and so yu have to be careful about lost souls, because maybe they did something to deserve it. I also think it refers to how they don't have any power over yu unless yu let them, that is, unless yu buy in to thier "charming" words, and let them into yr home(i.e. heart).
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pretty damn creepy
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I'm not quite sure what to think of this, because at first I thought she was the witch and then at the end she wasn't she was merely the one carrying her through the door, but she talked of her feet and her face and everything, but it wasn't hers???
I'm really confused, but it's still a good poem.
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Interesting poem
very good poem. -
very good
good. very good
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