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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY FLOWERS, by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER First Line: Sweet flowers, the year with speedy pomp adorn Last Line: Will shine, perchance to-morrow, on my grave. Subject(s): Flowers | |||
SWEET flowers, the year with speedy pomp adorn; Infirm and old, I linger for your sight; Quick, with your sheen make gay the opening morn; Quick, with your scent embalm the closing night. To-morrow ye might bloom too late for me; Age finds a rock concealed 'neath every wave. The glorious sunshine that shall bid you be Will shine, perchance to-morrow, on my grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAW THE PROBLEM by MARK JARMAN SHAKE THE SUPERFLUX! by DAVID LEHMAN THE M??TIER OF BLOSSOMING by DENISE LEVERTOV TANKA DIARY (6) by HARRYETTE MULLEN VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN FORCED BLOOM by STEPHEN ELLIOTT DUNN MY BALD HEAD by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |
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