Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COMPENSATION, by MARION L. BERTRAND First Line: Tossed about like thistle-down Last Line: With the countless little things he has spilled! Subject(s): Deserts; Food & Eating | ||||||||
Tossed about like thistle-down, Buffeted by waves of chance, Knowing but a motley gown, Feet that never dance; Yet I have walked amid Scotch Broom In the early morn with the lark in tune! Always stayed by halting speech, Dumb when the heart o'erflowed, Groping for words just out of reach, Memories used as goad; Yet have I seen the desert spring From dull, sifting sands to a vivid thing! And though still a reverist With hands ineptly turned, Full well I know I'm ever blest By gifts so many've spurned; For a wise God weak arms has filled With the countless little things He has spilled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITRESSING IN THE ROOM WITH A THOUSAND MOONS by MATTHEA HARVEY CANDIED YAMS' by TERRANCE HAYES DINNER OF HERBS by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN THE BANQUET SONG by KENNETH KOCH SPLITTING AN ORDER by TED KOOSER MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND |
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