I snatched two poppies From the parapet's ledge, Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge. Behind my ear I stuck one through, One blood red poppy I gave to you. The sandbags narrowed And screwed out our jest, And tore the poppy You had on your breast ... Down — a shell — O! Christ, I am choked ... safe ... dust blind, I See trench floor poppies Strewn. Smashed you lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND |