Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FLOWER, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Alone, across a foreign plain Last Line: He murmurs, 'lawk-a-daisy!' Subject(s): Flowers | ||||||||
ALONE, across a foreign plain, The Exile slowly wanders, And on his Isle beyond the main With saddened spirit ponders. This lovely Isle beyond the sea, With all its household treasures; Its cottage homes, its merry birds, And all its rural pleasures: Its leafy woods, its shady vales, Its moors, and purple heather; Its verdant fields bedecked with stars His childhood loves to gather. When lo! he starts, with glad surprise, Home-joys come rushing o'er him, For 'modest, wee, and crimson-tipped', He spies the flower before him! With eager haste he stoops him down, His eyes with moisture hazy, And as he plucks the simple bloom, He murmurs, 'Lawk-a-daisy!' | 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 |
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