Plant Poems

Plant Poems

No Winter in Los Angeles, by August Wilhelm Wern

There is no winter here!
With joy we hail Octo...

Sun God, by August Wilhelm Wern

Of many gods thus gone before,
That man did w...

Theseus, by Bacchylides

Blue shadows wreathed the galley's prow that bo...

The Song of the Camp, by Bayard Taylor

“ GIVE us a song!” the soldiers cri...

Unseen, by Bee W. Hasler

In the blind darkness of unlit rooms
I was gro...

A Night with Fate, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Bedeviled by grin Satanic,
Hiding human heart...

Of Time the Destroyer, by Bhartrhari

Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...

On Fools, by Bhartrhari

She whom I worship night and day, she loathes ...

The Path of Altruism, by Bhartrhari

Trees are bowed down with weight of fruit,
Cl...

The Praise of the Good Man, by Bhartrhari

All-hail to those who love the good,
And sinf...

The Praise of the Wise Man, by Bhartrhari

Kings in whose country tuneful bards are found
...

Surfacing, by Bill Greenwell

I rose without trace till the surface
ripped i...

Lament for Adonis, by Bion of Smyrna

I and the Loves Adonis dead deplore;
The beau...

Presidio de San Francisco, 1800, by Bret Harte

I Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands...

The Bee, by C. B. Langston

Is it the beauty of the flower,
Its honeyed s...

The Dream, by C. B. Langston

On fancy's wing, in slumber's regions borne,
...

Hope, by C. B. Langston

From whence the rapture which I feel
Through a...

Love, by C. B. Langston

Oh love's sweet enchantment is common,
It rul...

My Boyish Days, by C. B. Langston

My boyish days are long past now,
Time's sile...

The New Year's Wreath, by C. B. Langston

Hail thou unfledged! Thou nestling of an hour!
...

The Rose, by C. B. Langston

The rose--the rose of matchless grace!
That be...

To the Lips, by C. B. Langston

Ye beauteous lips! Ye fair but wily twins!
Par...

Violets, by C. B. Langston

Here are violets, beautiful violets!
All brig...

Where Is Beauty?, by C. B. Langston

Ask me where beauty is, I'll say
'Tis in swee...

Wild Flowers, by C. B. Langston

My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Presse...