Muriel Stuart

(1889-1967 / England)

The Seed-Shop - Poem by Muriel Stuart

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.


Comments about The Seed-Shop by Muriel Stuart

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (3/18/2017 1:54:00 AM)


    ...a quiet and dusty room
    Well communicated and expressed
    Sylva
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  • (3/4/2017 4:03:00 PM)


    this is a wonderful poem, and I have written here twice now, that there is a verse missing....Grrrrrr! (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2017 4:02:00 PM)


    The second verse is missing from this version, as I said here so long ago. I wish that you would fix it! The missing stanza reads as follows;
    Death, that shall quicken at the call of Spring,
    sleepers to stir beneath June's magic kiss,
    though birds pass over, unremembering,
    and no bee seeks here roses that were his.
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  • (3/4/2017 3:57:00 PM)


    You have missed out a verse.. Death, that shall quicken at the call of Spring,
    a cedar in this narrow cell is thrust.
    That shall drink deeply of a century's streams,
    these lilies shall make summer on my dust.
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  • Margaret O Driscoll (9/12/2016 4:27:00 PM)


    Wonderful work, glad I discovered this! (Report) Reply

  • (3/16/2015 12:15:00 PM)


    My my... I have only recently discovered Muriel. My only regret is that I did not find her sooner. What a lovely and simple little poem about seeds.... Muriel's mind must have been absolutely wonderful... (Report) Reply

  • Besa Dede (9/13/2012 7:28:00 PM)


    Such a lovely poem, singing beautifully with imagery! (Report) Reply

  • (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... (Report) Reply

  • (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. (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2012 6:12:00 PM)


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

  • (9/13/2012 6:06:00 PM)


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

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


    ASHES DO NOT COME ALIVE! (Report) Reply

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


    What an idiot you are Echeverria. ASHES DO NOT LIVE! (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2012 3:24:00 PM)


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

  • 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!
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  • 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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  • Stevie Taite (9/13/2012 1:40:00 AM)


    I think the life/ death conflict is quite deliberate and there is more to this part of that Stanza than the words day. A wonderful seed of a poem that flowered into a great poem! (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2011 9:58:00 PM)


    It's a great idea, ideal for poetry but I don't think Ms Smart made the best of it. She didn't seem to be able to decide between two conflicting ideas 1. the seed as the progenitor of all life 2. the seed trapped in its deady prison within the store condemned to futility. (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2011 4:16:00 PM)


    wow beautiful word selection nice delivere... (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2011 6:55:00 AM)


    beautiful poem, far ahead of its times! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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