Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROYAL POINCIANA, by A. LOCKE MAUREAU First Line: Moses' bush, when travellers wend their way Last Line: From dire corruption, as the scriptures say. Subject(s): Poincianas | ||||||||
Moses' Bush, when travellers wend their way Southward, where are your scarlet blossoms, pray? The heat has seared them, and a norther raped The tender green with which you once were draped. Then each pod jangles rough, ungainly, black, Like a Cossack's scabbard on his courser's back. But when it's May again and leaflets hide Your naked boughs, then flames your crimson pride Far Madagascar's tree of fire, you glow In reborn beauty, and to us you show How we shall rise again on Judgment Day From dire corruption, as the Scriptures say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POINCIANA by STUART JOHN DYBEK SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SNOW-SHOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
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