"Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell."

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Source: Robert Browning, John Woolford, Daniel Karlin (1991). “The Poems of Browning: 1847-1861”, p.145, Pearson Education

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Robert Browning

Poet, Playwright

Robert Browning was a 19th-century English poet known for his innovative use of dramatic monologues and exploration of complex human emotions.

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