10 Best Famous White Daisy Poems
Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous White Daisy poems. This is a select list of the best famous White Daisy poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous White Daisy poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of white daisy poems.
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Written by
Sylvia Plath |
A dream tree, Polly's tree:
a thicket of sticks,
each speckled twig
ending in a thin-paned
leaf unlike any
other on it
or in a ghost flower
flat as paper and
of a color
vaporish as frost-breath,
more finical than
any silk fan
the Chinese ladies use
to stir robin's egg
air. The silver-
haired seed of the milkweed
comes to roost there, frail
as the halo
rayed round a candle flame,
a will-o'-the-wisp
nimbus, or puff
of cloud-stuff, tipping her
***** candelabrum.
Palely lit by
snuff-ruffed dandelions,
white daisy wheels and
a tiger faced
pansy, it glows. O it's
no family tree,
Polly's tree, nor
a tree of heaven, though
it marry quartz-flake,
feather and rose.
It sprang from her pillow
whole as a cobweb
ribbed like a hand,
a dream tree. Polly's tree
wears a valentine
arc of tear-pearled
bleeding hearts on its sleeve
and, crowning it, one
blue larkspur star.
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Written by
Rg Gregory |
the great thing about the tall white daisy
is that it knows how to laugh at itself
some flowers for all their rich displays
won't preen themselves without a primness
in their sap - nor let their stalks abide
bending this way that way in the thick wind
the large daisy is happy to be slapdash
is not snooty about the company it keeps
it does have a flair for being noticed
it's the way it lets its petals out (ragged
and not wanting everyone the same)
that appeals to nervous garden sufferers
(weary with pretending flowers per se are
god's gift to the dull earth and somehow
the human race is privileged to be there)
the daisy knows everything there is to know
about not taking yourself too seriously - about
relaxation and how to be naturally yogic
how to be part of the rough common stock
yet have a whiff of the immortal about you
a patch of such daisies growing artlessly
contains the dreams of all good health
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