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"The immortality of Flowers must enrich our own, and we certainly should resent a Redemption that excluded them—"
Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mrs. Sarah Tuckerman, 1877 |
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Poems by Flower |
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Irises
Close above the iris, I see the train // Drive deep into the damp heart of its stem, & the gravel / Of the garden path...
From Iris
by David St. John
The Satyr's Heart
by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest...
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Orchids
Just as I wonder / whether it's going to die, / the orchid blossoms
// and I can't explain why it / moves my heart...
From The Orchid Flower
by Sam Hamill
At Baia
by H. D.
I should have thought...
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Lillies
If I could carry calla lilies on my shoulder once more / like an umbrella in daylight, I would lean them / on the cemetery gate and sleep...
From Epitaph X
by Thomas Heise
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
by John Keats
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight...
Day Lilies
by Rosanna Warren
For six days, full-throated, they praised...
La Chalupa, the boat
by Jean Valentine
I am twenty...
Last Supper
by Charles Wright
I seem to have come to the end of something, but don't know what...
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Honeysuckles
Love at the lips was touch / As sweet as I could bear...
From To Earthward
by Robert Frost
The Wild Honeysuckle
by Philip Freneau
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow...
Blur
by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle...
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Sunflowers
Though the great, heat-stunned sunflower looks half-dead / The way it, shepherd's crook-like, hangs its head...
From Herb Garden
by Timothy Steele
Taken Up
by Charles Martin
Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill...
Heaven for Helen
by Mark Doty
Helen says heaven, for her...
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Peonies
Be careful if you take this flower into your house. The peony has a thousand lips...
From Girl
by Eve Alexandra
From Littlefoot
by Charles Wright
This is the bird hour, peony blossoms falling bigger than wren hearts...
Practice
by Ellen Bryant Voigt
To weep unbidden, to wake...
Why Regret?
by Galway Kinnell
Didn't you like the way the ants help...
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Tulips
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank, / And tips of tulips promising flowers / To a blue-winged loon...
From
In April
by James Hearst
To My Mother Waiting on 10/01/54
by Teresa Carson
That October might have begun...
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Violets
I can hardly see, / but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets, / of violets that are at home in the earth...
From Nothing But Death
by Pablo Neruda
Nothing to Save
by D. H. Lawrence
There is nothing to save, now all is lost...
Far and Away
by Fanny Howe
The rain falls on...
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Rhododendron
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill / The crevices in grave plots' broken stones...
From The Mountain Cemetery
by Edgar Bowers
Without a Philosophy
by Elizabeth Morgan
Toward the end of this summer...
Four Poems for Robin
by Gary Snyder
I slept under rhododendron...
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Roses
O my luve's like a red, red rose, / That's newly sprung in June; / O my luve's like the melodie / That's sweetly played in tune...
From A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
a woman had placed
by Anne Blonstein
a yellow rose...
Advice to a Prophet
by Richard Wilbur
When you come, as you soon must, to the street of our city...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare
My mistress; eyes are nothing like the sun...
Arbole, Arbole
by Federico Garcia Lorca
Tree, tree...
Ask me no more
by Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows...
Blue
by May Swenson
Blue, but you are Rose, too...
Briefly It Enters, Briefly It Speaks
by Jane Kenyon
I am the blossom pressed in a book...
The White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly
The red rose whispers passion...
Go, lovely rose!
by Edmund Waller
Go, lovely rose...
The Separate Rose: I
by Pablo Neruda
Today is that day, the day that carried...
Regenerative
by Ken Babstock
That dog padded home wearing a ripken...
Sakura Park
by Rachel Wetzsteon
The park admits the wind...
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Poems about Gardens |
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Who makes the laws that live / inside the brick and mortar of a name, / selects the seeds, garden or wild, / brings forth the foliage grown up around it / through drought or blight or blossom...
From Telling the Bees
by Deborah Digges
October
by Louise Glück
Is it winter again, is it cold again...
Done With
by Ann Stanford
My house is torn down...
My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer
by Mark Strand
When the moon appears...
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A Love of Flowers |
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Botanica
by Eva Alexandra
They are everywhere—those sunflowers with the coal heart center. They riot...
Astigmatism
by Amy Lowell
The Poet took his walking-stick
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Sonnet 2
by Gwendolyn Bennett
Some things are very dear to me...
Nothing Stays Put
by Amy Clampitt
The strange and wonderful are too much with us...
The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers
by Andrew Marvell
See with what simplicity...
from Endymion
by John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever...
February: Thinking of Flowers
by Jane Kenyon
Now wind torments the field... |
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Poems about Flowering Trees |
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Have you winced at the orange flare // searing the curves of a curling dogwood?
From The Shapes of Leaves
by Arthur Sze
April Inventory
by W. D. Snodgrass
The green catalpa tree has turned...
Spring Snow
by Arthur Sze
A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms...
To Blossoms
by Robert Herrick
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree...
Body and Soul II
by Charles Wright
The structure of landscape is infinitesimal...
Trees in the Garden
by D. H. Lawrence
Ah in the thunder air...
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Erotic Flowers |
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Don't tell me we're not like plants, / sending out a shoot when we need to, / or spikes, poisonous oils, or flowers...
From Erotic Energy
by Chase Twitchel
Blue
by May Swenson
Blue, but you are Rose, too...
Little Lion Face
by May Swenson
Little lion face...
Come Slowly—Eden!
by Emily Dickinson
Come slowly—Eden...
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Flowers for the Dead |
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Poems about Wildflowers |
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I have / a lord in heaven / called the sun, and open / for him, showing him / the fire of my own heart...
From The Red Poppy
by Louise Glück
Little Lion Face
by May Swenson
Little lion face...
Wildflower
by Stanley Plumly
Some—the ones with fish names—grow so north...
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