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Subject:
English Poetry
Category: Arts and Entertainment > Books and Literature Asked by: gilstan-ga List Price: $20.00 |
Posted:
02 Feb 2005 08:38 PST
Expires: 04 Mar 2005 08:38 PST Question ID: 467564 |
what poem does this line come from:- Red, blood red with an orange rim |
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Re: English Poetry
From: moeknows-ga on 02 Feb 2005 10:57 PST |
Any chance it is this poem? FLAME-HEART by: Claude McKay (1890-1948) O much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the purple apples come to juice, And what month brings the shy forget-me-not. I have forgot the special, startling season Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting; What time of year the ground doves brown the fields And fill the noonday with their curious fluting. I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December. I still recall the honey-fever grass, But cannot recollect the high days when We rooted them out of the ping-wing path To stop the mad bees in the rabbit pen. I often try to think in what sweet month The languid painted ladies used to dapple The yellow by-road mazing from the main, Sweet with the golden threads of the rose-apple. I have forgotten--strange--but quite remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December. What weeks, what months, what time of the mild year We cheated school to have our fling at tops? What days our wine-thrilled bodies pulsed with joy Feasting upon blackberries in the copse? Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days Even the sacred moments when we played, All innocent of passion, uncorrupt, At noon and evening in the flame-heart's shade. We were so happy, happy, I remember, Beneath the poinsettia's red in warm December. |
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Re: English Poetry
From: pinkfreud-ga on 02 Feb 2005 11:18 PST |
Someone else is seeking a poem with a very similar first line: Red, blood red to an orange brim, flushing the toadstool tops, bronze of bracken where blue mists dim, depths of the chestnut copse, bramble lit to a burning bush the winter's torch to light her, over the cottage the creepers blush, bright and ever brighter http://216.239.57.104/search?q=cache:Wy1II-yxc60J:www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/quote/txtreply.jsp%3Fquote_id%3D958 |
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Re: English Poetry
From: gilstan-ga on 04 Feb 2005 01:41 PST |
Is it possible to know the name of the poem & the poet to the second poem.The answer was given by pinkfreud-ga |
Subject:
Re: English Poetry
From: pinkfreud-ga on 05 Feb 2005 14:47 PST |
I'm sorry, but I have been unable to locate the poet's name or the name of the poem. The link I posted above, in which someone else was seeking this information, was the only useful thing I could find. |
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