Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | February 9, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Wise

by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 – 1935).

 

Wise

 

An apple orchard smells like wine;  

    A succory flower is blue;  

Until Grief touched these eyes of mine,  

    Such things I never knew.  

  

And now indeed I know so plain                          5

    Why one would like to cry  

When spouts are full of April rain—  

    Such lonely folk go by!  

  

So wise, so wise—that my tears fall  

    Each breaking of the dawn;                            10

That I do long to tell you all—  

    But you are dead and gone.

 

Notes:

http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/791.html

http://www.enotes.com/poetry-criticism/reese-lizette-woodworth


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