Bacchante and Infant Faun, by Frederick William MacMonnies
I used to be shy.
You made me sing.
I used to refuse things at table.
Now I shout for more wine.
In somber dignity, I used to sit
on my mat and pray.
Now children run through
and make faces at me.
2 comments:
this one speaks to me of generational change, Ruth, from the somber, shy child to the one who is laughed at by children.
Something delightful about the ending, with the running children making faces at us. First we learn to sing, then shout for wine and then to make children laugh. Are these not important and worthy goals?
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