SUPPOSE you were a little seed underground And you heard the sound Of spring around, Wouldn't you stretch and push and grow Till you moved the dull earth so, Till a shoot of green Above the mold was seen? Wouldn't you be glad to be there Out in the air? Wouldn't you be glad indeed To have changed so from a seed? And O, Wouldn't it be fine to grow And bend and blow When the wind went by, And look up at the sky, And think how clear and blue It is; wouldn't you Just climb and climb. Higher, higher, all the time, Up, up, through the air To get up there, A little more away From earth each day; And as you grew Towards the blue, Suppose you thought such pretty things That straight your thought became white wings ''" A white, white flower outspread Above the earthy bed. Where you had lived the dark days through Before you grew; O wouldn't you be glad that summer hour To be that flower! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN |