Flowers Poetry

• The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?
  In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
  I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
  Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
  To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
  The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
  Made the black water with their beauty gay;
  Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
  And court the flower that cheapens his array.
  Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
  This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
  Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
  Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
  Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
  I never thought to ask, I never knew:
  But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
  The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
  In Flowers - 80 days ago
• Roses
  You love the roses - so do I. I wish
  They sky would rain down roses, as they rain
  From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
  Then all the valley would be pink and white
  And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
  As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
  Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
  In Flowers - 80 days ago
• The Daffodils
  

  I wandered lonely as a cloud
  That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
  When all at once I saw a crowd,
  A host, of golden daffodils;
  Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
  Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

  Continuous as the stars that shine
  And twinkle on the Milky Way,
  They stretched in never-ending line
  Along the margin of a bay:
  Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
  Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

  The waves beside them danced, but they
  Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
  A Poet could not but be gay,
  In such a jocund company:
  I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
  What wealth the show to me had brought:

  For oft, when on my couch I lie
  In vacant or in pensive mood,
  They flash upon that inward eye
  Which is the bliss of solitude;
  And then my heart with pleasure fills,
  And dances with the daffodils.

  
  In Flowers - 80 days ago
• Song
  
  Oh! To be a flower
  Nodding in the sun,
  Bending, then upspringing
  As the breezes run;
  Holding up
  A scentbrimmed cup,
  Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun.
  Oh! To be a butterfly
  Still, upon a flower,
  Winking with its painted wings,
  Happy in the hour.
  Blossoms hold
  Mines of gold
  Deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower.
  Oh! To be a cloud
  Blowing through the blue,
  Shadowing the mountains,
  Rushing loudly through
  Valleys deep
  Where torrents keep
  Always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue.
  Oh! To be a wave
  Splintering on the sand,
  Drawing back, but leaving
  Lingeringly the land.
  Rainbow light
  Flashes bright
  Telling tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand.
  Soon they die, the flowers;
  Insects live a day;
  Clouds dissolve in showers;
  Only waves at play
  Last forever.
  Shall endeavor
  Make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream today?.
  
  In Flowers - 80 days ago