Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 18, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Shower of Blossoms

by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674).

The Shower of Blossoms

Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drown’d me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,
As whether (this) I cannot tell,                                         5
My sight was pleased more, or my smell;
But true it was, as I roll’d there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turn’d himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me;—                               10
From which mishap this use I make;
Where most sweets are, there lies a snake;
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns, and these have stings.

Notes:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/197
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/herrick/herribio.htm


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