Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS, by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE Poet's Biography First Line: As keats' old honeyed volume of romance Last Line: The while my heart weeps for this dear flower's sake. Subject(s): Flowers; Keats, John (1795-1821); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
AS Keats' old honeyed volume of romance I hoped to-day to drink its Latmos air, I found all pressed a white flower lying where The shepherd lad watched Pan's herd slow advance. Ah, then what tender memories did chance To bring again the day, when from your hair, This frail carnation, delicate and fair, You gave me, that I now might taste its trance. And so to-day it brings a mellow dream Of that sweet time when but to hear you speak Filled all my soul. What waves of passion seem About this flower to linger and to break, Lit by the glamour of the moon's pale beam The while my heart weeps for this dear flower's sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |
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