They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe gold Of maturity, Meticulously frilled and flaming, A fire-ball of proclamation: Fecundity decked in staring yellow For all the world to see. They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia, To me who am barren Shall I send it to you, You who have taken with you All I once possessed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |