The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes
poem 18
The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes - meaning Summary
Nature Witnesses a Passing
This short lyric frames a small death within a natural, almost liturgical scene. The speaker notes a gentle passing after a brief illness, imagines a modest funeral attended by birds, bees, and a breeze, and offers a prayer that the departed is willing and that the living may follow. The poem links human loss to the cycles of nature, using simple, devotional language to transform grief into communal reverence.
Read Complete AnalysesThe Gentian weaves her fringes The Maple’s loom is red My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but patient illness An hour to prepare, And one below this morning Is where the angels are It was a short procession, The Bobolink was there An aged Bee addressed us And then we knelt in prayer We trust that she was willing We ask that we may be. Summer Sister Seraph! Let us go with thee! In the name of the Bee And of the Butterfly And of the Breeze Amen!
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