MY little breath, under the willows by the water-side we used to sit, And there the yellow cottonwood bird came and sang. That I remember and therefore I weep. Under the growing corn we used to sit, And there the little leaf bird came and sang. That I remember and therefore I weep. There on the meadow of yellow flowers we used to walk. Alas! how long ago that we two walked in that pleasant way. Then everything was happy, but alas! how long ago. There on the meadow of crimson flowers we used to walk. Oh, my little breath, now I go there alone in sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |