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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEEP IN THE NOSEGAY, by MAX DAUTHENDEY First Line: Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine Last Line: Like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare. | |||
Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine, clouds are scarlet lupins—clover incarnadine, and the green fields and trees engird it like a frieze. And lightly swung above the golden sky floats the moon's scythe, a silver dragon-fly. But folk move slowly, sunken in the nosegay's flare, like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S CALENDAR: AUGUST by MAX DAUTHENDEY LOVE'S CALENDAR: JULY by MAX DAUTHENDEY LOVE'S CALENDAR: MARCH by MAX DAUTHENDEY LOVE'S CALENDAR: NOVEMBER by MAX DAUTHENDEY THE MOON IS A FIERY ROSE by MAX DAUTHENDEY THE RAIN SEEMS POSSESSED by MAX DAUTHENDEY MILTONIC by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT DIXIT, ET IN MENSAM by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS TO A LADY THAT DESIRED I WOULD LOVE HER by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 1 by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE OPEN SECRET by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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