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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ZINNIAS, by EDITH EARNSHAW First Line: Goodness me, what pretty flowers! Last Line: Honey, I jes' anyhows 'em! Subject(s): Zinnias | |||
Goodness me, what pretty flowers! Aunty, why should yours beat ours? Chile, dis-here you calls a Zinny Sorter like a pickaninny; Nature know de way to nerrish, Pomper 'em too much dey perish; White folks strive too hard to rouse 'em -- Honey, I jes' anyhows 'em! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOURCE by ISLA PASCHAL RICHARDSON TO A ZINNIA by GERTRUDE LEE WHEELER THE FEBRUARY SPRITE by EDITH EARNSHAW THE LATEST DECALOGUE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SECRET OF THE WATERFALL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO REV. W. H. MILBURN by LEVI BISHOP DISTANCES by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |
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