When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And cut them off from window light. The time I dreamed the door was tried And brushed with buttons upon sleeves, The flowers were out there with the thieves. Yet nobody molested them! We did find one nasturtium Upon the steps with bitten stem. I may have been to blame for that: I always thought it must have been Some flower I played with as I sat At dusk to watch the moon down early. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |