O Magazine Readers' Favorite Poems

My favorite poem is by Robert Frost. I memorized this poem for myself when I was a teenager. I have repeated it like a little prayer whenever I have needed peace, or to reassure myself that there are 'saturated meadows' for me to find.
—Submitted by Carroll Green, Kalamazoo, MI

Rose Pogonias

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers,—
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun's right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
Yet ever second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.
—Robert Frost