But for the violets . . . and earth a gigantic bulb battened down with stone . . . violets at which the wind makes little shambling rushes, unsteady wind, milk-warm and dewy at the mouth, stumbling and rising again, smelling of the violets . . . and but for the wind scattering such scented hearsay, one might not veer on this unleavened stone to the sharp pull of earth at tension with the violets -- one might hurry on unknowing over the cancelled spring, spring . . . horned green and curly as a ram's head . . . desperately butting against the concrete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET: INSCRIPTION FOR A PORTRAIT OF DANTE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |