I DREAMED one man stood against a thousand, One man damned as a wrongheaded fool. One year and another he walked the streets, And a thousand shrugs and hoots Met him in the shoulders and mouths he passed. He died alone And only the undertaker came to his funeral. Flowers grow over his grave anod in the wind, And over the graves of the thousand, too, The flowers grow anod in the wind. Flowers and the wind, Flowers anod over the graves of the dead, Petals of red, leaves of yellow, streaks of white, Masses of purple sagging . . . I love you and your great way of forgetting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE IN THE GARDEN (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THE BEGGAR'S OPERA: SONG. AIR 16: OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY by JOHN GAY A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD AWAKENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |