Spring, how can you conceive Beauty In sight of this dismal hut, Where children weep, Women are too stunned to complain, And men are too discouraged to work? Why push up white stars among the brittle weeds, And hang pink bubbles on the naked branches? Children can not eat dogwood blossoms! Poverty-stolid hearts can not stir At sight of sprouting redbud trees! Go away, Spring! You are not wanted here! Bread is needed, not verbena and wild hyacinths! Yoyr offspring does not know hunger. She can not become kindred To these ricket- and pellagra-stunted young ones, Born of Poverty and Hunger! They will not play with her ... Go away, Spring! This is no fit birthplace for Beauty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 27 by JAMES JOYCE TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |