I carried books and a hoe in my youth when I lived with my older brothers somehow I met their reproach I was even disdained by my wife so I left the world of red dust behind all I do now is wander and read who'll spare a dipper of water to save a poor fish in a rut | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL THE SHEPHERDESS by ALICE MEYNELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 7 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH |