THE moon is now an opening flower,
The sky a cliff of blue.
The moon is now a silver rose;
Her pollen is the dew.
Her pollen is the mist that swings
Across her face of dreams:
Her pollen is the April rain,
Filling the April streams.
Her pollen is eternal life,
Endless ambrosial foam.
It feeds the swarming stars and fills
Their hearts with honeycomb.
The earth is but a passion-flower
With blood upon his crown.
And what shall fill his failing veins
And lift his head, bowed down?
This cup of peace, this silver rose
Bending with fairy breath
Shall lift that passion-flower, the earth
A million times from Death!
i Really love his poem it is beautiful. I think by my analasis that because he is in love with america and long walks so he must of looked up at the moon once or twice and thought about writing a poem about it so my analasis is that he is describing the moon as a rose tht is rising like a sunset and how a flower is opening so he is trying to describe the moon as an opening flower up into the sky. and how the moon is silver its comparing the moon to a silver rose. this poem is basiccly metaphor on every line i mean im a poet myself but wow thats amazing he can do tht.
i Really love his poem it is beautiful. I think by my analasis that because he is in love with america and long walks so he must of looked up at the moon once or twice and thought about writing a poem about it so my analasis is that he is describing the moon as a rose tht is rising like a sunset and how a flower is opening so he is trying to describe the moon as an opening flower up into the sky. and how the moon is silver its comparing the moon to a silver rose. this poem is basiccly metaphor on every line i mean im a poet myself but wow thats amazing he can do tht.