THIS flower is repeated out of old winds, out of old times. The wind repeats these, it must have these, over and over again. Oh, windflowers so fresh, Oh, beautiful leaves, here now again. The domes over fall to pieces. The stones under fall to pieces. Rain and ice wreck the works. The wind keeps, the windflowers keep, the leaves last, The wind young and strong lets these last longer than stones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE MIXED ASSEMBLY by JOHN CLEVELAND THE LORDS OF LIFE: 2. JUPITER by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE FOREVER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PAUL by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY |