SEEDS with wings, between earth and sky Fluttering, flying; Seeds of a lily with blood-red core Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore: Where winds drop them, there must they lie, Living or dying. Some to the garden, some to the wall, Fluttering, falling; Some to the river, some to earth: Those that reach the right soil get birth; None of the rest have liv'd at all. Whose voice is calling -- "Here is soil for wing'd seeds that near, Fluttering, fearing, Where they shall root and burgeon and spread. Lacking the heart-room the song lies dead: Half is the song that reaches the ear, Half is the hearing"? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE LORDS' MASQUE: A SONG AND DANCE TRIUMPHANT OF THE MASQUERS by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A CHILD AT A WINDOW by EDWARD CARPENTER ADVENTURERS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ON A LATE CONUBIAL RUPTURE IN HIGH LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |