Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PLANTS IN AN ATTIC APARTMENT, by MAY ALLARD HENNEBERGER First Line: Yes, we are a trifle crowded, our furniture lines the walls Last Line: And we'd live in a veritable jungle if half of the slips took root. Subject(s): Greenhouses | ||||||||
Yes, we are a trifle crowded, our furniture lines the walls, But that leaves window spaces, and the heart within me calls For growing things, for greenery, for trailing, festooned vines, For saucy home-grown blossoms, for even cactus spines -- So jardiniere and fernery, and basket, pot and urn Fill sill and spill rich chlorophyll just everywhere we turn; True, some of the plants are pallid, a little inclined to mope, But with plants, you know, as with people, as long as there's life there's hope. I never can bear to part with one that shows a sign of a shoot, And we'd live in a veritable jungle if half of the slips took root. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAU BAUMAN, FRAU SCHMIDT, AND FRAU SCHWARTZE by THEODORE ROETHKE THE FROZEN GREENHOUSE (ST. JULIOT) by THOMAS HARDY IN A GREENHOUSE by FLORA T. MERCER ON A GREEN HOUSE by HORACE SMITH IN THE GREENHOUSE by EUGENIO MONTALE CHILD ON TOP OF A GREENHOUSE by THEODORE ROETHKE FRAU BAUMAN, FRAU SCHMIDT, AND FRAU SCHWARTZE by THEODORE ROETHKE ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH |
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