Strow poppy buds about my quiet head
And pansies on mine eyes,
And rose-leaves on the lips that were so red
Before they blanched with sighs.
Let gilly-flowers breathe their spicy breath
Under my tired feet,
But do not mock the heart that starved to death
With aught of fresh or sweet!
I am busy working to bring A. Mary F. Robinson's "Strewings" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about A. Mary F. Robinson's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Strewings" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.