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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PARABLE, by RALPH WARD DOUBERLY First Line: Flowers are such tender things Last Line: And shoulders down the crowded street. Subject(s): Evil; Virtue | |||
Flowers are such tender things That once cut down they grow no more; But weeds, though cut ten times a day, Usurp the garden as before. Virtue has such feeble health The least exposure strikes it dead While evil, defying heat or chill Is always robust and well-fed. Love must move in quiet ways, Stealing along on padded feet, But hate, swashbuckler, clanks his sword And shoulders down the crowded street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GOOD FATHER by CAROLYN KIZER ARCADY TOMBEAU by DONALD REVELL LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT THIS IS MY WAY by RALPH WARD DOUBERLY |
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