Living in a wide landscape are flowers -- Rosenberg I only repeat what you were saying -- the shell and the hawk, every hour Are slaying men and jerboas, slaying the mind: but the body can fill the hungry flowers and dogs who cry words at nights, the most hostile things of all. But that is not new. Each time the night discards draperies on the eyes and leaves the mind awake I look each side of the door of sleep for the little coin it will take to buy the secret I shall not keep. I see men as trees suffering or confound the detail and the horizon. Lay the coin on my tongue and I will sing of what the others never set eyes on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN THE REEDS by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT TO MY OLD COAT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |