As I went from flower to flower (I have told you how) I have told you what I found Dead not growing on the ground. Look upon me now. If you would not find yourself In an evil hour Too far on a fatal track Clasp your hands behind your back. Never pick a flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |