Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LUCKFLOWER, by HARVEY W. FLINK First Line: Upon a rugged hill-side Last Line: Upon the mountain sides. Subject(s): Dawn; Evening; Flowers; Mountains; Sunrise; Sunset; Twilight; Hills; Downs (great Britain) | ||||||||
Upon a rugged hill-side A farmer sought his sheep, And clambered over boulders Where ivy tendrils creep. He plucked a tiny flower As he was passing by: "How palely blue," he mumured, "It is a speck of sky." He felt the boulders tremble, And saw the mountain yawn Like some enormous giant Awakening at dawn. With knees that trembled slightly He started to explore . . . Then dropped the pale blue flower Upon the cavern floor. Beyond him stood a coffer Piled high with shining gold -- He crammed until his pockets Held all that they could hold. The flower lay unheeded. She piped, "Forget me not!" But, never looking backward, He left the magic spot, And staggered into twilight Gray-blue as ware of delft Then with a noise of thunder The grotto closed itself. He purchased wine and women, But never bought a song; And since his wealth has vanished, The nights are dull and long. And no one can interpret The hobby-horse he rides: He seeks for pale blue flowers Upon the mountain sides. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH STRANGE BEWILDERMENT by HARVEY W. FLINK ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS |
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