Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TUBEROSE, by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK First Line: Flower, that I hold in my hand Last Line: O flower having reached your fruition! | ||||||||
FLOWER, that I hold in my hand, Waxen and white and unwoeful, Perfect with your race's lovely perfection, Pure as the dream of a child just descended from the heavens, Chaste as the thought of the maid on whose sight first shines the glow of love's planet, Trustful as a boy who holds the world in hands of power unrelaxing, Flower, graceful, lovely, Lo! I give you to the waves that roll across the ocean's expanses. I watch you like a star on the waters, I watch you floating away in the distance; The ocean gives you reception and dwelling, The ocean with the sweep of its world-encircling currents, With its storms and winds, -- Mutable home where all is each and each is other. You show no signs of terror, You float to the mid-most whirlpool, You are made one with the unending streams, The moon and stars are reflected in your changed bosom, The measureless winds enfold you with love as a garment, Night and day and time are contained in your embraces, Clouds emerge from your heart and return, Life and death are as slender ripples across your central calmness, Hope and wishing and longing and tumult are over, Unto the all, your cradle and grave, your father-mother, You have returned, O flower transfigured! O flower having reached your fruition! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUFFRAGE MARCHING-SONG by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK THE GARDEN WHERE THERE IS NO WINTER by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE PATRIOT; AN OLD STORY by ROBERT BROWNING OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |
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