Author: Aaron Knamer

Cited by

• Barbara Kingsolver (1)
  • IN: The Prodigal Summer (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come all you who are not satisfied as ruler in a lone, wallpapered room full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom, and closets chosed with dreams that long ago died! Come let us sweep the old streets - like a bride: sweep our dead leaves with relentless broom; prepare for Spring, as though he were our groom for whose light footstep eargerly we bide. We'll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed; sweet out our shame - and in its place we'll make a bower for love, a splendid marriage - bed fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring. And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake; and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.
    FROM: Prothalamium, (1948), Poem, US
• Prodigal Summer (1)
  • IN: Kingsolver, Barbara (2000) NULL, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come, all you who are not satisfied / a ruler in a lone, wallpapered room / full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom, / and closets choked with dreams that long ago died! // Come, let us sweep the old streets--like a bride: / sweep out dead leaves with a relentless broom; / prepare for Spring, as though he were our groom / for whose light footstep eagerly we bide. // We'll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed; sweep out our shame--and in its place we'll make a bower for love, a splendid marriage-bed / fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring. And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake; / and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.
    FROM: Prothalamium, (1948), Poem, US