I search among the plain and lovely words To find what the one word "Mother" means. As well Try to define the tangled song of birds, The echo in the hills of one clear bell -- One cannot snare the wind -- or catch the wings Of shadows flying low across the wheat. Ah -- who can prison simple, natural things That make the long days beautiful and sweet? "Mother" -- a word that holds the tender spell Of all the dear, essential things of earth: A home, clean sunlit rooms, and the good smell Of bread, a table spread, a glowing hearth, And love beyond the dream of anyone -- I search for words for her -- and there are none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |