My mother said I was a fool But, oh, she loved her son. My father said, "A rod is the fool's," And I, "Thy hand hast done?" My mother said, "The ears of a fool," But, oh, she whispered pretty Unto her son of a honeycomb And silver in the city. And "Wisdom is too high for a fool," My mother said to me; "Where no wood is the fire is out; I bind no stones," said she. "The weights of the bag are the Lord's" I said to my mother; "A potsherd covered with silver dross," I said of my brother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA |