Suddenly flickered a flame, Suddenly fluttered a wing: What, can a dead bird sing? Somebody spoke your name. Suddenly fluttered a wing, Sounded a voice, the same, Somebody spoke your name: Oh, the remembering! Sounded a voice, the same, Song of the heart's green spring, Oh, the remembering: Which of us was to blame? Song of the heart's green spring, Wings that still flutter, lame, Which of us was to blame? -- God, the slow withering! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |