Shake out your purple petals Until their perfume falls In reminiscent sweetness On dim, low-vaulted halls, Recalling loved old gardens— Half-forgotten gardens—where You hung your purple hangings Out in the summer air. Your lovely purple hangings Against soft leaves of green Bordering the rows of roses As I have never seen Since I walked through those old gardens In the shadowy Long Ago And saw your purple portieres Hung in the breeze to blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE |