Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WILD FLOWERS, by JOHN BANISTER TABB Poet's Biography First Line: We grow where none but god Last Line: To sleep awhile. Alternate Author Name(s): Father Tabb Subject(s): Flowers | ||||||||
We grow where none but God, Life's Gardener, Upon the sterile sod Bestows His care. Our morn and evening dew -- The sacrament That maketh all things new -- From heaven is sent; And thither, ne'er in vain, We look for aid, To find the punctual rain Or sun or shade, Appointed hour by hour To every need, Alike of parent flower Or nursling seed; Till, blossom-duty done, With parting smile, We vanish, one by one, To sleep awhile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAW THE PROBLEM by MARK JARMAN SHAKE THE SUPERFLUX! by DAVID LEHMAN THE M??TIER OF BLOSSOMING by DENISE LEVERTOV TANKA DIARY (6) by HARRYETTE MULLEN VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN FORCED BLOOM by STEPHEN ELLIOTT DUNN ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB |
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