Amends To Nature

I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
And wasted more than half my hours
Without the comradeship of things.

by Arthur Symons Click to read full poem

Comments (18)

Send the meaning of this poem any one please
Nature is wonderful so is the poem
The poem is interesting.
what sort of poem is it?
Nature beauitfull
Thanks to him for this...
Very nice
Lovely poem
Very big peom and also not very good but there was a feeling which are very nice
Fantastic poem
Beautiful flow, amazing rhyme.
Nice rhyme of a poem about nature+++++++++++++
The structure of this poem empowered it- -starting with an opposing thought was smart.
How is it now that I can see? To move from a life of hustling through each hour of life, oblivious to the miracle of nature around us, to a life in which that which surrounds us enriches each moment of living. Truly, this is an art to be practiced. Beautiful poem.
A wonderful poem on what is going on around us as we wake up to face the world. Liked it.
beautifully written poem about the world around us.
A part of me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
What a wonderful poem, glad I happened upon this!