CRACKED by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue, This is the final song The first seed sung: By no inner instinct Is my core stirred, Forced to the light By this gaudy bird. A taste on the tongue, A fraction of power, Am I who might be A tall sun-flower! Cracked by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue, This is the final song The second seed sung: In direct descent With no single break From the first sun-flower My line I take. Dull duplication! Is this not best? To add to the bloom Of a scarlet crest? Cracked by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue, This is the final song The third seed sung: Whether grown great, By one's own law -- Or submerged to a fraction Of red macaw, We return to the nothing From which we came. To me at least It is much the same! Cracked by that accurate beak, Turned by that rubbery tongue These are the final songs The three seeds sung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY |