Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ZINNIAS, by EDITH EARNSHAW First Line: Goodness me, what pretty flowers! Last Line: Honey, I jes' anyhows 'em! Subject(s): Zinnias | ||||||||
Goodness me, what pretty flowers! Aunty, why should yours beat ours? Chile, dis-here you calls a Zinny Sorter like a pickaninny; Nature know de way to nerrish, Pomper 'em too much dey perish; White folks strive too hard to rouse 'em -- Honey, I jes' anyhows 'em! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOURCE by ISLA PASCHAL RICHARDSON TO A ZINNIA by GERTRUDE LEE WHEELER THE FEBRUARY SPRITE by EDITH EARNSHAW SOLACE by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON JOSEPH'S COAT by GEORGE HERBERT THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN |
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