englishclasss
04-26-2006, 01:18 PM
if anyone could help me get the metaphorical or whatever meanings not the literal
we should not mind so small a flower-
except quiet bring
our little garden that we lost
back to the lawn again.
so spicy her carnations and-
so drunken, reel her Bees-
so silver steal a hundred flutes
from out a hundred trees-
that whoso sees this little flower
by faith my clear behold
the bobolinks around the throne
and dandelions gold.
AND>>>>
bring me the sunset in a cup,
reckon the morinings flagon's up
and say how many dew
tell me how far the morning leaps-
tell me what time the weacer sleeps
who spun the breadths of blue!
write me how many notes there be
in the new robins extasy
among astonished boughs-
how many trips the tortoise makes-
how many cups the bee partakes,
the debauchee of dews!
also, who laid the Rainbows piers,
also, who leads the docile spheres
by withes of supple blue?
whose fingers string the stalactite-
who counts the wampum of the night
to see that none is due?
who built this little alban house
and shut the windows down so close
my spirit cannot see?
who'll
let me out some gala say
with implements to fly away,
passing pomposity
any help is muchhhhhh apreciated
stupid stupid classsss
we should not mind so small a flower-
except quiet bring
our little garden that we lost
back to the lawn again.
so spicy her carnations and-
so drunken, reel her Bees-
so silver steal a hundred flutes
from out a hundred trees-
that whoso sees this little flower
by faith my clear behold
the bobolinks around the throne
and dandelions gold.
AND>>>>
bring me the sunset in a cup,
reckon the morinings flagon's up
and say how many dew
tell me how far the morning leaps-
tell me what time the weacer sleeps
who spun the breadths of blue!
write me how many notes there be
in the new robins extasy
among astonished boughs-
how many trips the tortoise makes-
how many cups the bee partakes,
the debauchee of dews!
also, who laid the Rainbows piers,
also, who leads the docile spheres
by withes of supple blue?
whose fingers string the stalactite-
who counts the wampum of the night
to see that none is due?
who built this little alban house
and shut the windows down so close
my spirit cannot see?
who'll
let me out some gala say
with implements to fly away,
passing pomposity
any help is muchhhhhh apreciated
stupid stupid classsss