but the other day i was passing a certain gate rain fell as it will in spring ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness as if god's flowers were pulling upon bells of gold i looked up and thought to myself death and will You with elaborate fingers possibly touch the pink hollyhock existence whose pansy eyes look from morning till night into the street unchangingly the always old lady sitting in her gentle window like a reminiscence partaken softly at whose gate smile always the chosen flowers of reminding | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON DARKNESS IS THINNING by GREGORY I HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM WEEDS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |