Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WILD IRIS, by DENISE BARRETTE First Line: This is the dark and secret place Last Line: But I, I could not pick one now. Subject(s): Iris (flower) | ||||||||
This is the dark and secret place: Here in the cold wet lace Of ferns they stood Poised in crisp and watery blue. Here in the twilight damp they grew: Not many -- just a few. Mysterious, they always seemed Like sapphires burning there. Are these the same that bloomed In other, younger springs? The petals rise as freshly from the bough -- But I, I could not pick one now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON IRIS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY IRISES by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY MYSTERY: 2 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER SEA IRIS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE SEA IRIS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE COURT LADY STANDING UNDER CHERRY TREE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE BEDS OF FLEUR-DE-LYS by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN |
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