ONCE he will miss, twice he will miss, He only chooses one of many hours; For him nor deep nor hill there is, But all's one level plain he hunts for flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM |