The poplar trees sway to and fro
That through this gray old garden go
Like slender girls with nodding heads,
Whispering above the beds
Of tall tufted hollyhocks,
Of purple asters and of phlox;
Caught in the daisies' dreaming gold
Recklessly scattered wealth untold
About their slender graceful feet
Like poised dancers, lithe and fleet.
The candled flames of roses here
Gutter gold in this still air,
And clouds glide down the western sky
To watch this sun-drenched revery,
While the poplars' shining crests
Lightly brush their silvered breasts,
Dreaming not of winter snows
That soon will shake their maiden rows.
The days dream by, golden-white,
About the fountain's silver light
That lifts and shivers in the breeze
Gracefully slim as are the trees;
Then shakes down its glistered hair
by, William Faulkner
Isn't this poem gorgeous? What all do you like about it?
it is, really! the poem may look some kind of 'think about it' but its a real perfect poem to read by a person experiencing too much hardships and tired of the things he is doing. This gives light, saying that life is not that bad if he only looks to the beauty within each little creatures made with the loving hand of God.
Hope you like how I appreciate that relaxing poem!!!
Reply:im not much of a faulkner fan
no, i dont like it.
not for any negative reason, it just doesnt touch me on an emotional level
poison ivy
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