Amid this hot green glowing gloom A word falls with a raindrop's boom... Like baskets of ripe fruit in air The bird-songs seem, suspended where Those goldfinches -- the ripe warm lights Peck slyly at them -- take quick flights. My feet are feathered like a bird Among the shadows scarcely heard; I bring you branches green with dew And fruits that you may crown anew Your whirring waspish-gilded hair Amid this cornucopia -- Until your warm lips bear the stains And bird-blood leap within your veins. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DUG-OUT by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS RUTH by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER LONG LIVE LIFE by JACQUES BARON |