OH! little blade of grass, A little sword thou art, That in thy haste to pass Hast pierced thy mother's heart! Oh! little blade of grass, A little tongue thou art Of cleaving flame,--alas! Thou hast cleft thy mother's heart. Oh! little blade, upcurled Leaf, sword, or fiery dart, To win thy Father's world Thou must break thy mother's heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA |