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(1889-1967 / England)

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The Seed-Shop

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • Besa Dede (9/13/2012 7:28:00 PM)

    Such a lovely poem, singing beautifully with imagery!

    1 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • Carlos Echeverria (9/13/2012 6:32:00 PM)

    Mr. Straw, resorting to insults only serves to embarrass you more than your ill-conceived concept of poetry. You're on the verge of becoming a philistine, unless...

  • Carlos Echeverria (9/13/2012 6:25:00 PM)

    Mr. Straw, resorting to insults only serves to embarrass you even more than your ill-conceived concept of poetry.

  • Carlos Echeverria (9/13/2012 6:12:00 PM)

    Mr. Straw, resorting to insults only embarrasses you more than your ill-conceived concept of poetry does.

  • Carlos Echeverria (9/13/2012 6:06:00 PM)

    Mr. Straw, resorting to insults only embarrasses you more than your feeble mind does.

  • Kevin Straw (9/13/2012 5:23:00 PM)

    ASHES DO NOT COME ALIVE!

  • Kevin Straw (9/13/2012 5:22:00 PM)

    What an idiot you are Echeverria. ASHES DO NOT LIVE!

  • Carlos Echeverria (9/13/2012 3:24:00 PM)

    Forlorn = forsaken...FORLORN AS ASHES rings true...SHRIVELLED, SENSELESS, DRY-really drives the point home.

  • Kevin Straw (9/13/2012 11:14:00 AM)

    This is rather beautiful
    But Forlorn as ashes is wrong - ashes do not come alive!
    And simple house of death is wrong - a seed is a house of life!

  • Chitalu Taizya Simbeya (9/13/2012 7:25:00 AM)

    Beutiful peom cant stop reading....post more Muriel Stuart



    Thoughts Of The Moment



    I thirst for you in good times and bad
    Give you all the kisses my lover hungers
    And yet you feels nothing

    Every touch, accompanied by a kiss
    I know you know i want you
    But its still a bliss
    Full of Temptations

    When i have sucked all the juices out of you
    You careless if i pick on someone else
    i guess this love is one sided
    And a bunch of empty silent promises

    If money is the root of all evil
    Then you are the sterm
    And when we lean on you
    You break us down

    Though I have an option
    You have enslaved me
    One day I will leave
    But the Day is indefinite


    Chitalu Taizya simbeya

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