Child On Top Of A Greenhouse Poem by Theodore Roethke
Child On Top Of A Greenhouse
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
I need hlep will someone help me please what does this poem mean
I take it your paper/written exam has long receded into the past. Think hi-ku.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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12/2/2024 1:35:48 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful microscopic details unfolding through a youngsters childhood mischief. I cannot believe how little appreciation this piece has received... It to me deserves far more I love this... Nay I adore it... Karen