The old porch cries beneath its shabby paint; "Now is the time to bring your winter blankets to the light. Look well at mine—see how they wrap my weather—beaten posts In dazzling, perfumed white: A million starry flowers were used to weave them so That they would still cling close should Fall winds blow; And all the sweetness of the Summer flowers Is gathered in their thick, caressing bowers: I know no other fragrance quite like this Elusive sweetness of white clematis." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST |