Poetry Monday: The Author to Her Book

The Author to Her Book

Source: Clements Library Chronicles

Anne Bradstreet

	THOU ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
	Who after birth didst by my side remain
	Till snatched from thence by friends less wise than true
	Who thee abroad exposed to public view,
	Made thee, in rags, halting, to the press to trudge,
	Where errors were not lessened, all may judge,
	At thy return my blushing was not small,
	My rambling brat—in print—should mother call.
	I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
	Thy visage was so irksome in my sight;
	Yet being mine own, at length affection would
	Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
	I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
	And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
	I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
	Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet.
	In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
	But naught save homespun cloth i’ th’ house I find.
	In this array ’mongst vulgars mayst thou roam,
	In critics’ hands beware thou dost not come,
	And take thy way where yet thou art not known.
	If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;
	And for thy mother, she, alas, is poor,
	Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

Source:
Colonial Prose and Poetry
Edited by William P. Trent and Benjamin W. Wells
The 57 writers in these three volumes spanning more than a century and a half represent the literary and cultural trends in Colonial North America—from the confrontation with the American Indians to Puritan life to opposition to slavery. 
NEW YORK: THOMAS Y. CROWELL & Co., 1901 
NEW YORK: BARTLEBY.COM, 2010

In the earlier period men lived earnestly if not largely, they thought highly if not broadly, they felt nobly if not always with magnanimity.—Preface  Trent and Wells