It's a weary life, it is, she said: -- Doubly blank in a woman's lot: I wish and I wish I were a man: Or, better than any being, were not: Were nothing at all in all the world, Not a body and not a soul: Not so much as a grain of dust Or drop of water from pole to pole. Still the world would wag on the same, Still the seasons go and come: Blossoms bloom as in days of old, Cherries ripen and wild bees hum. None would miss me in the world, How much less would care or weep: I should be nothing, while all the rest Would make and weary and fall asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN CAVE TALK by JOSEPH WARREN BEACH ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND |