The corner of a great rain Steamy with the country Has fallen upon my garden. I go back and forth now And the little leaves follow me Talking of the great rain, Of branches broken, And the farmer's curses! But I go back and forth In this corner of a garden And the green shoots follow me Praising the great rain. We are not curst together, The leaves and I, Framing devices, flower devices And other ways of peopling The barren country. Truly it was a very great rain That makes the little leaves follow me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN SATIRE: 1 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE COMING OF THE SNOW by MARION L. BERTRAND |