Here, no woman, nor man besides, Nor child, nor dog, nor bird, nor wasp, Nor ditch-pool, nor green thing. Color of flower, Blood-bright berry none, nor flame-rust On leaf, nor pink gall-sting on stem, nor Staring stone, @3Ay de mi!@1 No hawthorn's white thorn-tree here, nor lawn Of buttercups, nor any counterpart: Bed, book-backs, walls, floor, Flat pictures, desk, clothes-box, litter Of paper scrawls. So sit I here, So stand, so walk about. Beside The flower-white tree not so lonely I: Torn petals, dew-wet, yellowed my bare ankles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |