A Flower Of The Fields Comments

.............imagery penned so perfectly.. .was like seeing a painting of the orchard and the heat of the summer's day becomes even more intense when ★ I rested, with one hesitant hand Upon the gate. The lonesome day, Droning with insects, made the land One dry stagnation. Soaked with hay And scents of weeds the hot wind fanned. I breathed the sultry scents, my eyes Parched as my lips. And yet I felt My limbs were ice. As one who flies To some wild woe. How sleepy smelt The hay-sweet heat that soaked the skies! Noon nodded; dreamier, lonesomer For one long, plaintive, forest-side Bird-quaver. And I knew me near Some heartbreak anguish... She had died. I felt it, and no need to hear

I like this poem, its interesting