When I put out my thought to grass Among the horses, sheep and cows, And let them run with squirrels, when They raise a storm in leafy boughs; When I had dreams of pools and lakes, The Earth's bright eyes that never close -- There came a man to fill my mind With all about our dry old laws. To spoil my dreams of little buds That smile in March's troubled face; Of woodnuts, mostly born in twins, Among the leaves that interlace; Of babies wearing on each wrist Bracelets of fat; and toddlers small, That work their arms, like wings, to fly -- The moment they begin to fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD |