The Easter Flower
by Claude McKay
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Easter-time;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
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Awww… that’s cute. Thanks GP, happy Easter! 🙂
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Happy Easter, my Friend! Let is be blessed and delicious!
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Happy Easter dear Ann. ❤
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Thanks for all the great poems. Happy Easter!
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Thank you. Happy Easter! 🙂
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Purple gorgeousness 💜
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Merci beaucoup. 💜
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