Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A GREENHOUSE, by FLORA T. MERCER First Line: Long rows of dull white boxes filled with / loam Last Line: To all the beauty of infinity. Subject(s): Flowers; Greenhouses; Plants; Spring; Planting; Planters | ||||||||
LONG rows of dull white boxes filled with loam; Springy paths of board on softening earth; The gleam of whitewash-spattered glass; A dank, oppressive earth-smell, warmly sweet; A rising host of prim carnation stems That grow mid checkered rows of twine; Workmen, clad in overalls, digging stolidly To fill the brick-red flower pots; All these I mark in passing to the room In which the roses, cut, are lying. Roses, the hue of a river of blood; Roses, the color of sun-swept sky; Roses, the cream of an ivory ball; A miracle, no less, they lie there, Translating, in the splendor of their loveliness, The moldy loam in which they grew, The heavy air, the stolid workman's care, Into a beauty which is close akin To all the beauty of Infinity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KILLING THE PLANTS by JANE KENYON NOW I AM A PLANT, A WEED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |
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