Madonna of the Evening Flowers by Amy Lowell
This poem of Lowell's is known for it's complete statements in each line (all except line seven). "Madonna of the Evening Flowers" speaks about the author coming home and noticing the house is empty. She speaks of missing her lover, but suddenly seeing her love and becoming happy.
Even though this writing doesn't have rhyme, it is a perfect example of what young poets should read and learn from. The rhythm keeps itself quite well, with many lines working as "DUM-de-DUM-de-DUM" with some exceptions. This gives the reader a feeling of pace, and when it changes, it creates a deep emotion that is subconcious but noticeable.
Madonna of the Evening Flowers All day long I have been working Now I am tired. I call: "Where are you?" But there is only the oak tree rustling in the wind. The house is very quiet, The sun shines in on your books, On your scissors and thimble just put down, But you are not there. Suddenly I am lonely: Where are you? I go about searching. Then I see you, Standing under a spire of pale blue larkspur, With a basket of roses on your arm. You are cool, like silver, And you smile. I think the Canterbury bells are playing little tunes, You tell me that the peonies need spraying, That the columbines have overrun all bounds, That the pyrus japonica should be cut back and rounded. You tell me these things. But I look at you, heart of silver, White heart-flame of polished silver, Burning beneath the blue steeples of the larkspur, And I long to kneel instantly at your feet, While all about us peal the loud, sweet Te Deums of the Canterbury bells. Published in The Second Book of Modern Verse 1919.
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