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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEEP IN THE NOSEGAY, by MAX DAUTHENDEY First Line: Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine Last Line: Like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare. | |||
Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine, clouds are scarlet lupins—clover incarnadine, and the green fields and trees engird it like a frieze. And lightly swung above the golden sky floats the moon's scythe, a silver dragon-fly. But folk move slowly, sunken in the nosegay's flare, like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S CALENDAR: AUGUST by MAX DAUTHENDEY LOVE'S CALENDAR: JULY by MAX DAUTHENDEY LOVE'S CALENDAR: MARCH by MAX DAUTHENDEY LOVE'S CALENDAR: NOVEMBER by MAX DAUTHENDEY THE MOON IS A FIERY ROSE by MAX DAUTHENDEY THE RAIN SEEMS POSSESSED by MAX DAUTHENDEY HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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