This little girl only born to gather roses. Only born to shake the wild rice loose with her little fingers. Only to collect the sap of young hemlocks in spring. This woman- child was only born to pick strawberries, fill baskets with blueberries, soapberries, elderberries. This little girl was only born to gather wild roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |