HE said he knew nothing of love, And asked the flower to tell him what love meant. The flower turned its face upward, And sunbeams came to kiss it While it held the bee in its embrace. He shook his head -- "I do not understand." He called upon the bird for love, And the bird began to sing so sweetly that one could but listen. A mate was soon returning the serenade; And then, they met and were off together. His face was perplexed. The snow, he thought, might know what love truly was; But his fleecy friends were seeking peace on earth's warm breast. He moved slowly on. I tried to tell him what he sought; @3Two parts of a soul, that were cut by the shears of God, Unite -- this is called love.@1 He was solemn. One night he passed away, And I saw him in a dream. "I am in love with Death," he said. @3I@1 did not understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A HYMN OF HATE by DOROTHY PARKER IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |