They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe gold Of maturity, Meticulously frilled and flaming, A fire-ball of proclamation: Fecundity decked in staring yellow For all the world to see. They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia, To me who am barren Shall I send it to you, You who have taken with you All I once possessed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND PLACES: 4. EVENING (NAHANT) by SARA TEASDALE |