Bend willow, willow bend down deep And dip your branches into cold Brown river water and then weep, Weep, willow, for my land-sick soul. Let river tears wash out land grief, Let river water wash wounds made By too much toil without relief While you, willow, stood in the shade. Willow, you owe this much to me, I spared the ax for many years, Your roots are in my land, now, tree Bend down and weep. I have not tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |