Go, dragon-fly, fold up your purple wing, Why will you bring me tidings of the spring? O lilting @3koels@1, hush your rapturous notes, O @3dhadikulas@1, still your passionate throats, Or seek some further garden for your nest ... Your songs are poisoned arrows in my breast. O quench your flame, ye crimson @3gulmohors@1, That flaunt your dazzling bloom across my doors, Furl your white bells, sweet @3champa@1 buds that call. Wild bees to your ambrosial festival, And hold your breath, O dear @3sirisha@1 trees ... You slay my heart with bitter memories. O joyous girls who rise at break of morn With sandal-soil your thresholds to adorn, Ye brides who streamward bear on jewelled feet Your gifts of silver lamps and new-blown wheat, I pray you dim your voices when you sing Your radiant salutations to the spring. @3Hai!@1 what have I to do with nesting birds, With lotus-honey, corn and ivory curds, With plantain blossom and pomegranate fruit, Or rose-wreathed lintels and rose-scented lute, With lighted shrines and fragrant altar fires Where happy women breathe their hearts' desires? For my sad life is doomed to be, alas, Ruined and sere like sorrow-trodden grass, My heart hath grown, plucked by the wind of grief, Akin to fallen flower and faded leaf, Akin to every lone and withered thing That hath foregone the kisses of the spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER TO A COMMON PROSTITUTE by WALT WHITMAN THE FUNERAL OF ANTONIO GIANNO by STIRLING BOWEN CUTTING CORN IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |