Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)

The Woodspurge


The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk'd on at the wind's will,--
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,--
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurge flower'd, three cups in one.

From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing then learnt remains to me,--
The woodspurge has a cup of three.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Related Poems


Read poems about / on: wind, grief, memory, flower, tree, hair, sun, running

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?

Comments about this poem (The Woodspurge by Dante Gabriel Rossetti )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Potential Enemy, Tony Adah
  2. Egun gun, Le Masquerade, Birgitta Heikka
  3. Give Up the Black, Steven Rhoads
  4. In Sickness, Elizabeth Shield
  5. Selective basis, hasmukh amathalal
  6. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -38, Ronjoy Brahma
  7. white paper, binod bastola
  8. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -37, Ronjoy Brahma
  9. Rename the sun, gajanan mishra
  10. Hold color, hasmukh amathalal

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Young Love lies sleeping
In May-time of the year,
Among the lilies,
Lapped in the tender light:
White lambs come grazing,
White doves come building there:
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]