Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SACRED FRUIT, by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN First Line: A secret garden blossoms where this hour Last Line: And gentle forest folk, or a little child! Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening | ||||||||
A secret garden blossoms where this hour Finds unafraid the shy and feral deer, Moveless, beside a felspar-stippled mere Where green and aromatic forests tower Above a coigned and moon-enchanted bower. And there the fruit is sweet and honey-clear; And there he may not feed, however near The succulent leaf, the cymed and nectared flower. For this the region of divine unrest; Of nameless dreams, earth-bound and heaven-born, And none dare cross those mystic margents lest He find naught but the crucifixion thorn, Save these: the high and pure of heart, the wild And gentle forest folk, or a little child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER GARDEN: AN ELEGY by ANDREW HUDGINS AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN AUSTRIA (SEEN AFTER DER ROSENKAVALIER) by RANDALL JARRELL ACROSS THE BROWN RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL A DESERTED GARDEN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS NOT THE SWEET CICELY OF GERARDES HERBALL by MARGARET AVISON AN OLD GARDEN by HERBERT BASHFORD |
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