THE old hag sat on the park bench, picking her teeth: Her hat was askew over her stiffened bangs: Her skirts were bunched together: her shoes broken. What did Spring mean to her? What meaning in the new grass blades and the cloudy blue of the skies? How did the slow-rising love-hymn of the Earth sound in her ears? What mate in the world for her? I passed by, young and in power: But I wished for a moment I could be inside her head, And see what else the world means. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF WENCHES by FRANCOIS VILLON ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON A YOUTH TO HIS FATHER by WALTER R. ADAMS THE OL' COW HAWSE by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL |