CRACKED by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue, This is the final song The first seed sung: By no inner instinct Is my core stirred, Forced to the light By this gaudy bird. A taste on the tongue, A fraction of power, Am I who might be A tall sun-flower! Cracked by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue, This is the final song The second seed sung: In direct descent With no single break From the first sun-flower My line I take. Dull duplication! Is this not best? To add to the bloom Of a scarlet crest? Cracked by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue, This is the final song The third seed sung: Whether grown great, By one's own law -- Or submerged to a fraction Of red macaw, We return to the nothing From which we came. To me at least It is much the same! Cracked by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue These are the final songs The three seeds sung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 18. TO THE HON. FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON by MARK AKENSIDE THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |