Here you will find the Poem Inheritance of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
DESOLATE strange sleep and wild Came on me while yet a child; I, before I tasted tears, Knew the grief of all the years. I, before I fronted pain, Felt creation writhe and strain, Sending ancient terrors through, My small pulses, sweet and new. I, before I learned how time Robs all summers at their prime, I, few seasons gone from birth, Felt my body change to earth.
