If I should wish to hold and neatly phrase Gladioli, I would not haste to seek A Dresden vase or one whose oval cheek Was shaven smooth and cool with potter's glaze; But I would search each hidden nook and maze Until I found an empty jar, whose bleak And bald contours would match the virile streak In blooms leashed to a sword to pierce my gaze. And thus I would envision the bright glance Of a rainbow from keen blades; yet meet the frank And open fragrance of the garden's yield Restrained in earthen molds by circumstance, Yet spilling on the cellar's must and dank, The essence of a spring still not congealed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 50 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |