I do not see the homely kitchen sink, Untidy with the dishes from a meal, The sparkling soap-suds in the pan reveal The pristine colors. I give thanks and drink From beauty's over-flowing cup, and think Of tinted sunsets, changing with each reel; Of purple hills the clouds of life conceal; Of velvet flower-petals, blushing pink. The faithful kettle, as it boils and steams, Is piping fairy tunes, like playful Pan; And I see diamond dew-drops, blinking buds, And morning-glories waking from their dreams, Dishwashing is not irksome if you can Catch rainbow visions in the sunlit suds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS |