Rose Pogonias Poem by Robert Frost

Rose Pogonias

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A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers, --
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun's right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
that none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S Imam 11 July 2006

Not many people like to see something beautiful destroyed.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 05 October 2017

that none should mow the grass there While so confused with flowers. Beautiful poem shared.

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skylar 16 March 2020

what dose the video feel about?

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ayaan 27 May 2019

what is it about becasue i do not understand it

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nerdgirl 27 February 2019

i love this. the imagery is so rich and fiery. i can picture the golden sunlight and the patch of beautiful flowers like little jewels scattered in the long grass.

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asdfmovie 14 May 2018

DIE POTATO DIE, BUT WAIT I BAKED YOU A PIE, OH BOY WHAT FLAVOR, PIE, PIE, PIE

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Ruta Mohapatra 14 November 2017

' that none should mow the grass there while so confused with flowers'- wild nature- beautiful line

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