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Subject: English Poetry
Category: Arts and Entertainment > Books and Literature
Asked by: gilstan-ga
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Posted: 02 Feb 2005 08:38 PST
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Question ID: 467564
what poem does this line come from:- Red, blood red with an orange rim
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Subject: 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.
Subject: 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
Subject: 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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