@3Impressions@1 ALONG my fence The roses Are a Ballet Russe— A mad whirl of snow flakes, Dancing, swirling, glancing, twirling, Under the spot light Of the sun. The premiere danseuse, A golden-eyed Cherokee, In blazing white, Pirouettes and poses among the roses, Gloriously full Of the passion Of Spring. @3A White Iris@1 Tall and clothed in samite, Chaste and pure, In smooth armor— Your head held high In its helmet Of silver: Jean D'Arc riding Among the sword blades! Has Spring for you Wrought visions, As it did for her In a garden? @3Stocks@1 Fluffy, beribboned ladies In a row, You have pinned rosettes, Rosettes of chiffon, Pink and mauve, Purple and white, White and deeper red, Pinned them here and there About your hats And your ruffled green petticoats. The jonquils Across the path, Adore your flutterings but Shy, young things, They can only bow stiffly. @3Marigolds@1 When Spring passed This evening Her head was so turned By the young moon, She left her purse strings untied And a lot of gold guineas Fell in my garden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF MARY FLETCHER by BERNARD BARTON A GARGOYLE by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT AMERICA (2) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO RALPH LEYCESTER, ESQ., IN ANSWER TO A LETTER by JOHN BYROM |