Do you love? Then you are wretched: you have been hitched to a plow, the ground is hard and dry. It has not rained for forty days and nights. Now pull, sweat and tears will make the soil fertile. Up will spring the wheat of your bitter contribution. Eat with horror and increase of strength. Pride returns in the knowledge of your achievement. It is possible to be happy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |