The Seed-Shop Comments

Last but not the least: Congrats on being once again chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day!

Once again my response: The seeds symbolize hidden possibilities, much like the forest that 'lies asleep' within them. Stuart's words remind us that beneath the dust and mundane appearances,

I repeat mysewlf from previous response: The poem serves as a meditation on time, emphasizing that even in unassuming objects, the potential for life lies dormant, waiting to burst forth.

she portrays seemingly lifeless seeds in a shop, which, upon closer examination, hold within them the promise of growth and beauty

ONE: The poetess explores the theme of potential and transformation. Through vivid imagery, she portrays seemingly lifeless seeds in a shop, which, upon closer examination, hold within them the promise of growth and beauty.

TWO: The poem serves as a meditation on time, emphasizing that even in unassuming objects, the potential for life lies dormant, waiting to burst forth.

THREE: The seeds symbolize hidden possibilities, much like the forest that "lies asleep" within them. Stuart's words remind us that beneath the dust and mundane appearances, there exists a world of vitality and renewal, waiting to bloom when given the chance.

Gray's Elegy came to mind as I was reading this, and not just because of 'narrow cell'....

A metaphorical poem, thought-provoking, but beautifully summed up. Congratulations being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The day.5 Stars.

The poem IS acceptable & Belle Ringer may begin to 'FOLLOW' Muriel; that's an 'inside joke'. bri : )

WHY DID SHE CALL WHERE SEEDS WERE STORED a 'house of death'? ? ? [ Many seeds can germinate/grow after years of 'storage' ]

Muriel Stuart (1885, Norbury, South London - 1967) The daughter of a Scottish ba(cont.) She later gave up poetry writing; her last work was published in the 1930s. She was born Muriel Stuart Irwin.

'Muriel Stuart (1885, Norbury, South London - 1967) The daughter of a Scottish sexual politics, though she first wrote poems about World War I.

the seed of future!

greatly composed the last stanza; nice to read

Complex, informed, overwhelming.

...a quiet and dusty room Well communicated and expressed Sylva

this is a wonderful poem, and I have written here twice now, that there is a verse missing....Grrrrrr!

The second verse is missing from this version, as I said here so long ago. I wish that you would fix it! The missing stanza reads as follows; Death, that shall quicken at the call of Spring, sleepers to stir beneath June's magic kiss, though birds pass over, unremembering, and no bee seeks here roses that were his.

You have missed out a verse.. Death, that shall quicken at the call of Spring, a cedar in this narrow cell is thrust. That shall drink deeply of a century's streams, these lilies shall make summer on my dust.