David McLansky

Freshman - 826 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Riff On David Wood's Daffodils - Poem by David McLansky

Play Poem Video

Daffodils bob on the hill,
The wind maintains its’ winter chill,
It turns their yellow heads to brown
And bends them early to the ground;

The tulips with a stronger will
Replace the drooping daffodils,
With florid heads they burst their buds
While daffodils lay in the mud;

Each flower reigns within its time
And from its glory then declines
And I a man of weathered reason
Stoop knowing I live out of season.


Comments about A Riff On David Wood's Daffodils by David McLansky

  • Rookie - 375 Points Elaine Sept (3/4/2014 12:33:00 AM)

    I am ever so glad to have been here along the path in your season. It is a wonder to me!
    xoxo (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 344 Points David Wood (5/2/2013 1:08:00 PM)

    A lovely poem that I enjoyed reading. Now wrote a riff on my Market Day; -) (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


[Hata Bildir]