SAMUEL is forever talking of his elm -- But I did not need to die to learn about roots: I, who dug all the ditches about Spoon River. Look at my elm! Sprung from as good a seed as his, Sown at the same time, It is dying at the top: Not from lack of life, nor fungus, Nor destroying insect, as the sexton thinks. Look, Samuel, where the roots have struck rock, And can no further spread. And all the while the top of the tree Is tiring itself out, and dying, Trying to grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BLUEBELLS OF NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SEPTEMBER: FEAST OF ST. PARTRIDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DRAMATIC IDYLS: 2ND SERIES. EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF PROPRIETY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |