I snatched two poppies From the parapet's ledge, Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge. Behind my ear I stuck one through, One blood red poppy I gave to you. The sandbags narrowed And screwed out our jest, And tore the poppy You had on your breast ... Down a shell O! Christ, I am choked ... safe ... dust blind, I See trench floor poppies Strewn. Smashed you lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 4. AL-MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |