Will the world still live for you When I am gone? Will the straight garden poppy Still spout blood from its green throat Before your feet? Will the five cleft petals of the campion Still be rose-coloured, Like five murdered senses, for you? Will your trees still live, Thrust metallic bosses of leafage From the hill-side in the summer light; Will the leaves sway and grow darker, Rustle, swirl in the gales; Decay into gold and orange, Crinkle and shrivel, And fall silently at last On to frosty grass? Will there be sun for you; The lines of near hills Cut out in thin blue steel Against red haze? Will there be silence? Will not even the clean acrid sea Turn stale upon your lips? Will the world die for you As it dies for me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |