Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH OF THE FLOWER, by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN Poet's Biography First Line: I love my mother, the wildwood Last Line: When my poor life passed away. Subject(s): Flowers | ||||||||
I love my mother, the wildwood, I sleep upon her breast; A day or two of childhood, And then I sink to rest. I had once a lovely sister -- She was cradled by my side; But one Summer day I missed her -- She had gone to deck a bride. And I had another sister, With cheeks all bright with bloom; And another morn I missed her -- She had gone to wreathe a tomb. And they told me they had withered, On the bride's brow and the grave; Half an hour, and all their fragrance Died away, which heaven gave. Two sweet-faced girls came walking Thro' my lonely home one day, And I overheard them talking Of an altar on their way. They were culling flowers around me, And I said a little prayer To go with them -- and they found me -- And upon an altar fair, Where the Eucharist was lying On its mystical death-bed, I felt myself a-dying, While the Mass was being said. But I lived a little longer, And I prayed there all the day, Till the evening Benediction, When my poor life passed away. | 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 SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN |
|