I Lift your flowers on bitter stems chicory! Lift them up out of the scorched ground! Bear no foliage but give yourself wholly to that! Strain under them you bitter stems that no beast eats -- and scorn greyness! Into the heat with them: cool! luxuriant! sky-blue! The earth cracks and is shriveled up; the wind moans piteously; the sky goes out if you should fail. II I saw a child with daisies for weaving into the hair tear the stems with her teeth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL THE PALACE OF ART by ALFRED TENNYSON UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODE 13. ON THE CHARMS OF PEACE by BACCHYLIDES THE LONELY WALK by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SHE SHALL NOT GUESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |