When birds sang this spring I thought about my brothers when chrysanthemums bloomed this fall I thought about my youth green water babbled in a thousand places yellow clouds filled the horizon alas after less than a hundred years recalling the Capital hurts | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE: CANTO 1 by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |