She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.
In a loose white gown she walks
and a new child tugs at cords in her body.
Her head to the west at evening when the dew is creeping,
A shudder of gladness runs in her bones and torsal fiber:
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.
Poppies
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: child, evening, head, white, body, red, walk, garden, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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