Scarcely less sensitive than soil to rules Set down in older texts than men have penned, He has no need to seek from troubled schools What cloudy light to husbandry they lend; Nor need of revelation more than rind And pod repeat where summer went her way, Leaving with them a meaning for his mind Beyond the words of wisdom that men say. An item of atomic thrift, to be Included in the audit of the year -- Accrediting to Earth's frugality A husk-enfolded store -- was entered here In russet lettering for him to read And ponder on, where summer went to seed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE TRAIN by RUTH NOEL BENNETT PSALM 19. [THE HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE LAW WITHIN] by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |