A Poem for Tuesday

I thought maybe we should have an end of summer poem here at the end of the month, but — golly, wow — end of summer poems are depressing, and I’m not entirely sure all the poets were actually talking about summer. I think they may be talking of life and death and oncoming winter and old age and lost love. No, no, I just wanted a little poem along the lines of “Gee, hasn’t summer been fun.” Couldn’t find one, so let’s stick with our garden theme this week and read this little gem about the Broom Flower.

Apparently Broom Flowers do not grow in the United States, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a good poem when we read one, and perhaps it will be significant to one of our international readers . . . if there are any.

Also, if you click on the Mary Howitt link, you will discover she is the author of the “Spider and the Fly,” an oft quoted poem of my Grandma Malmberg.

THE BROOM FLOWER
Mary Howitt [1799-1888]

Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
The ancient poet sung it,
And dear it is on summer days
To lie at rest among it.

I know the realms where people say
The flowers have not their fellow;
I know where they shine out like suns,
The crimson and the yellow.

I know where ladies live enchained
In luxury’s silken fetters,
And flowers as bright as glittering gems
Are used for written letters.

But ne’er was flower so fair as this,
In modern days or olden;
It groweth on its nodding stem
Like to a garland golden.

And all about my mother’s door
Shine out its glittering bushes,
And down the glen, where clear as light
The mountain-water gushes.

Take all the rest; but give me this,
And the bird that nestles in it;
I love it, for it loves the Broom –
The green and yellow linnet.

Well call the rose the queen of flowers,
And boast of that of Sharon,
Of lilies like to marble cups,
And the golden rod of Aaron:

I care not how these flowers may be
Beloved of man and woman;
The Broom it is the flower for me,
That groweth on the common.

Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
The ancient poet sung it,
And dear it is on summer days
To lie at rest among it.

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