Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I had no thought of violets of late Last Line: Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam. Alternate Author Name(s): Nelson, Alice Dunbar (moore) Subject(s): African Americans - Women; Flowers; Violets | ||||||||
I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. And thought of violets meant florists' shops, And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops And cabarets and songs, and deadening wine. So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams; The perfect loveliness that God has made -- Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams. And now -- unwittingly, you've made me dream Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVY VIOLETS by BARBARA GUEST THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |
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