Poem: Petals

This poem is called Petals by Amy Lowell:

Life is a stream 
On which we strew 
Petal by petal the flower of our heart; 
The end lost in dream, 
They float past our view, 
We only watch their glad, early start. 

 

Freighted with hope, 
Crimsoned with joy, 
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; 
Their widening scope, 
Their distant employ, 
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows 
Sweeps them away, 
Each one is gone 
Ever beyond into infinite ways. 
We alone stay 
While years hurry on, 
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays. 

Amy Lowell lived from 1874 to 1925.  She had an interesting life story, and you can find Amy Lowell’s biography here, if you’re interested.  Or read a few of Amy Lowell’s books for free online.

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