Four years ago today in Italy I gathered wild flowers for a girl- Thick-scented broom, wild sword-flowers, The red anemones that line the ways And the frail-throated freezia Which lives beneath the orange boughs And whose faint scent to me Is love's own breath, its kiss … To-day in sunless, barren fields I gather heads of shells, Splinters of shrapnel, cartridges … What shall I gather Four years from today? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG MY DELIGHT by GAMALIEL BRADFORD PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: DANIEL BARTOLI by ROBERT BROWNING THE FALL OF THE LEAVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE POET'S DESIRE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |