Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UNCULTURED MAN, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: He does not see nor understand Last Line: All things just commonplace. Subject(s): Culture Conflict; Nature; Seasons | ||||||||
He does not see nor understand The beauty everywhere, Unveiled by Nature's lavish hands, Which cultured minds can see and hear. He does not see the beauty grand, Of towering hills and mountains; He's heedless to the murmur and The gush of brooks and fountains. He's listless to the songs of birds; He does not hear their story Which cultured ears have daily heard, Declaring Nature's glory. To him no lesson is revealed By the flowers' silent preaching; Not e'en by "lilies of the field," Rich in Scriptural teaching. The beauteous heavens, star-gemmed, The restless, roaring ocean, With emerald islands diademed; Yet no poetic notion Doth ever in his bosom rise: Nor does he stop to ponder O'er Nature's many mysteries, Wrapped in deep thought and wonder. What matter if the western skies With sunset splendors glow? What matter if the night-wind sighs Plaintively, sad and low? Sunsets to him merely augur The weather of to-morrow; The night wind's sigh, no mystic spell Casts over him of sorrow. He does not meditate and brood O'er things grand and sublime, When gazing on the budding wood And fields in gay springtime. Summer, with myriads of flowers Bedecking hill and plain, And cool, dark, shady, leafy bowers, And fields of waving grain. Grave Autumn with her mellow haze, Her garnered fruit and grain, Her sturdy forest trees ablaze With red and yellow leaves. And Winter, with each brook and pond Spread with a pearly sheet Of ice, and every tree bough donned In snowy whiteness neat. They come and go, he heeds them not, The beauties of each season; From them no lesson has he got, No lofty thought or reason. What matter if the earth is fraught With poetry and music; He hears, he sees, he feels it not, Nor does he care, poor rustic! The beauties all about his way, He cares not to embrace, But plods along from day to day, All things just commonplace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY by MEENA ALEXANDER AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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