SEEDS with wings, between earth and sky Fluttering, flying; Seeds of a lily with blood-red core Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore: Where winds drop them, there must they lie, Living or dying. Some to the garden, some to the wall, Fluttering, falling; Some to the river, some to earth: Those that reach the right soil get birth; None of the rest have liv'd at all. Whose voice is calling -- "Here is soil for wing'd seeds that near, Fluttering, fearing, Where they shall root and burgeon and spread. Lacking the heart-room the song lies dead: Half is the song that reaches the ear, Half is the hearing"? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE [WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA] by REGINALD HEBER FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON |