Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 23, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Things That Grow

by Hazel Hall (1886 – 1924).


Things That Grow


I like things with roots that know the earth,

Trees whose feet, nimble and brown,

Wander around in the house of their birth

Until they learn, by growing down,

To build with branches in the air;                                5

Ivy-vines that have known the loam

And over trellis and rustic stair,

Or old grey houses, love to roam;

And flowers pushing vehement heads,

Like flames from a fire’s hidden glow,                      10

Through the seething soil in garden-beds.

Yet I, who am forbidden to know

The feel of earth, once thought to make

Singing out of a heart’s old cry!

Untaught by earth how could I wake                       15

The shining interest of the sky? 



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