Here in the forest in the early spring Beauty comes all too easily for me To love with that same ecstasy I found When she lay hidden in a city street. Beauty of tree and lake, of towering skies Is loved by every man and me no less Than others. But the one small crocus bud Growing forlornly in a dirty plot Before a small, unpainted, wooden shack -- A cart piled high with oranges and plums Pushed by a big black man with glistening arms -- A child with dirty face and broken shoes Turning Italian eyes of that rare blue Up to a stranger's face . . . A sunset seen Between a row of ugly, blackened, houses -- These things became a part of me for they Were only found by seeking patiently For beauty hidden in an ugly place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES HER SECRET IS BETRAYED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PRAYER FOR AMERICA by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |