Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.



You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member and block ads forever...while getting many more great features. Take a look! Thank you!
Get Your Premium Membership


Harp Song of the Dane Women

by
 What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

She has no house to lay a guest in--
But one chill bed for all to rest in,
That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in.
She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you-- Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.
Yet, when the signs of summer thicken, And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken, Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken-- Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters.
You steal away to the lapping waters, And look at your ship in her winter-quarters.
You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables, The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables-- To pitch her sides and go over her cables.
Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow, And the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow, As all we have left through the months to follow.
Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow--maker ?

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Harp Song of the Dane WomenEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...


Top Rudyard Kipling Poems

Analysis and Comments on Harp Song of the Dane Women

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Harp Song of the Dane Women here.






...