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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POPPIES, by CLINTON SCOLLARD Poet's Biography
First Line: Crimson poppies, bright as the crimson morning
Last Line: Under the wind's touch!
Subject(s): Poppies
First Line: Crimson poppies, bright as the crimson morning
Last Line: Under the wind's touch!
Subject(s): Poppies
CRIMSON poppies, bright as the crimson morning,
Bright as torches lit by the fires of sunset,
When I see you swinging like radiant censers
Under the wind's touch --
Then my spirit, swift as the wind, is wafted
O'er the sea-foam, over the waves that welter,
Till I look again on the plain Esdraelon,
Look on the poppies
Swaying, surge on surge, to the mountain bases
Where, with walls of white and with domes that dazzle,
Nazareth nestles, girt by its silvery olives,
Sunk as in slumber.
Yet I know the song of the desert minstrel,
Haunting, weird, is heard in the narrow highways,
And around the well of the Virgin Mary
Gather the maidens,
Low-voiced, slender, jars upon head and shoulder; --
How it all comes back with the flame of poppies
Softly swaying, swinging like radiant censers
Under the wind's touch!
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