Daisy Time

By Marjorie Pickthall 1883–1922 Marjorie Pickthall
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.

Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadow over.

Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.

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Poet Marjorie Pickthall 1883–1922

POET’S REGION Canada

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Nature, Trees & Flowers, Landscapes & Pastorals

Poetic Terms Common Measure

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Probably no other Canadian writer has suffered such a plunge in reputation as Marjorie Pickthall. Once she was thought to be the best Canadian poet of her generation. Now her work, except for two or three anthologized pieces, goes unread. The fact is that her initial popularity was based upon extraliterary criteria. Her rejection of modernism in style and attitude made her the darling of conservative Canadian critics. She was . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Trees & Flowers, Landscapes & Pastorals

POET’S REGION Canada

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Poetic Terms Common Measure

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