April is National Poetry Month! Dorothy Parker, "The Evening Primrose"

Dorothy Parker

"The Evening Primrose"

You know the bloom, unearthly white,
The none has seen by morning light--
The tender moon alone, may bare
Its beauty to the secret air.
Who'd venture past its dark retreat
Must kneel, for holy things and sweet
That blossom, mystically blown,
No man may gather for his own
Nor touch it, lest it droop and fall...
Oh, I am not like that at all!