Four years ago today in Italy I gathered wild flowers for a girl- Thick-scented broom, wild sword-flowers, The red anemones that line the ways And the frail-throated freezia Which lives beneath the orange boughs And whose faint scent to me Is love's own breath, its kiss … To-day in sunless, barren fields I gather heads of shells, Splinters of shrapnel, cartridges … What shall I gather Four years from today? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |