IN the courtyard there grows a strange tree, Its green leaves ooze with a fragrant moisture. Holding the branch I cut a flower from the tree, Meaning to send it away to the person I love. Its sweet smell fills my sleeves and lap. The road is long, how shall I get it there? Such a thing is not fine enough to send: But it may remind him of the time that has past since he left. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL |