YELLOW summer-throat sat singing In a bending spray of willow tree. Thin fine green-y lines on his throat, The ruffled outside of his throat, Trembled when he sang. He kept saying the same thing; The willow did not mind. I knew what he said, I knew, But how can I tell you? I have to watch the willow bend in the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE MUSIC-LESSON by MATHILDE BLIND OLD PICTURES IN FLORENCE by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A SPRIG OF ARISTOCRACY by EDWARD CARPENTER |