Sara Teasdale

In a Cuban Garden

Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire,
 (Love me, my lover, life will not stay)
The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,
 A scarlet leaf is blowing away.

A lizard lifts his head and listens—
 Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
 From the great black vulture circling the sky.