Hemlock appears in classical poetry as
poison (Socrates): “Hemlock cup—philosophy’s bitter end”; In
Keats’s “
Ode to a Nightingale,” it’s death’s draught: “Not charioted by
Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings of Poesy... / That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, / And with thee fade away into the forest dim— / Fade far away, dissolve, and quite
forget... / The weariness, the fever, and the fret... / Where but to think is to be full of sorrow... / Away! away! for I will fly
to thee, / Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings of Poesy... /
Already with thee! tender is the night... /
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains / My
sense, as though of hemlock I had
drunk”; In eco-poetry, poison hemlock is invasive
danger: “Hemlock spreads where children play”; In contrast, Canadian hemlock (tree) inspires evergreen metaphors; In cautionary verse, it’s deceptive beauty: “Hemlock white flowers—angel’s face, devil’s root”; In modern verse, it’s ecological warning: “Hemlock woolly adelgid kills the eastern giants.”