STRANGE that a sod for just a thrill or two Should ever be seduced into the round Of change wherein its present state is found In this my form! Forsake its quiet, true, And fruitfullest retirement to go through The heat, the strain, the languor, and the wound. Forget soft rain to hear the stormier sound, Exchange for burning tears its peaceful dew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |