Reading Comprehension- Poetry
Flowers
I have never learnt the names of flowers
From beginning , my world has been a place
Of pot-holed streets, where thick, sluggish gutters race
In slow time, away from garbage heaps and sewers
5 Past balanced old houses around which cowers
Stagnant earth. There scarce green things grew to chase
The dull-grey squalor of sick dust; no trace
Of plant save few sparse weeds; just these, no flowers
One day they cleared a space and made a park
10 There in the city’s slums; and suddenly
Came stark glory like lighting in the dark
While perfume and dark petals thundered slowly,
I learnt no names, but hue, shape and scent mark
My mind, even now, with symbols holy.
by: Dennis Craig