Leave the chicory where it stands, It will wither in your hands If you pick it; All its lovely blue will blacken To a dull weed dry as bracken, Leave it leaning by the thicket, Leave it where it stands. If your hunger crave for blue Let the cornflower comfort you. Where the gray goats browse and bleat, All along the roadside dusty, Where the tides of early wheat Prophesy a golden leaven Warm and crusty, Leave the tangled chicory, Bluer than the windy sky, Leave the jaunty bit of heaven Till it choose to die! If your thirst you cannot bear, Drink its color sparkling there Like a blue wine brewed in air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |