The Evening Primrose Poem by Dorothy Parker

The Evening Primrose

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You know the bloom, unearthly white,
That none has seen by morning light-
The tender moon, alone, may bare
Its beauty to the secret air.
Who'd venture past its dark retreat
Must kneel, for holy things and sweet,
That blossom, mystically blown,
No man may gather for his own
Nor touch it, lest it droop and fall....
Oh, I am not like that at all!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aniruddha Pathak 23 January 2020

In five beautiful couplets the poet envies moon's beauty, ending with 'Oh, I am not like that at all! ' Lovely.

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Glenn Frederick Baker 18 May 2016

Exquisite presence unfolding majesty all a poem should be.

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Bri Edwards 23 January 2020

this has possibilities. bri ;)

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Shaun Cronick 23 January 2020

Love Dorothy Parker, sometimes a little risqué and thank God for that. She always puts a little spark and satire in her poems. A little bit of mojo and va va voom. And I for one warmly welcome her and her well crafted poetry.

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 January 2020

Tender moon! ! ! With the romance of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Anil Kumar Panda 23 January 2020

Splendid write. Short and sweet. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.

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Mahtab Bangalee 23 January 2020

The Evening Primrose blooms unearthly but mystically blown!

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