YELLOW dust on a bumble bee's wing, Grey lights in a woman's asking eyes, Red ruins in the changing sunset embers: I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHILSEA by ALEXANDER POPE WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 9. WHEN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SING A SONG by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 8 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |