The poem describes a crippled man dying of tuberculosis who is desperately calling out for air in the dark slum where he lives, in contrast to which the speaker says they would have rather been a tall sunflower living in a country garden enjoying the summer by lifting its face to the rain and dew while watching the stars at night mixed in with other flowers.
The poem describes a crippled man dying of tuberculosis who is desperately calling out for air in the dark slum where he lives, in contrast to which the speaker says they would have rather been a tall sunflower living in a country garden enjoying the summer by lifting its face to the rain and dew while watching the stars at night mixed in with other flowers.
The poem describes a crippled man dying of tuberculosis who is desperately calling out for air in the dark slum where he lives, in contrast to which the speaker says they would have rather been a tall sunflower living in a country garden enjoying the summer by lifting its face to the rain and dew while watching the stars at night mixed in with other flowers.
The poem describes a crippled man dying of tuberculosis who is desperately calling out for air in the dark slum where he lives, in contrast to which the speaker says they would have rather been a tall sunflower living in a country garden enjoying the summer by lifting its face to the rain and dew while watching the stars at night mixed in with other flowers.
Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague, Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air, Desperately gesturing with wasted hands In the dark and dust of a house down in a slum, I said to myself I would rather have been a tall sunflower Living in a country garden Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer, Rain-washed and dew-misted, Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks, And wonderingly watching night after night The clear silent processionals of stars.
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