I wrote of simple things -- The fluffiness of dandelion heads Against a kiddie's cheek, the feeling in your throat The first few nights you stay away from home, The soggy sweetness of a summer lawn After a dripping rain. "How little this poor versifier knows Of life," the critics sneered. Angered, I plunged into the swirl of things. I hear The sickening talk of children who are overwise, Laughter of men whose god is physical, Despair, that makes the bottom of the river seem No blacker than its edge. On easy terms with life, I know too much to write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |