Scrub
If I grow bitterly,
Like a gnarled and stunted tree,
Bearing harshly of my youth
Puckered fruit that sears the mouth;
If I make of my drawn boughs
An Inshospitable House,
Out of which I nevery pry
Towards the water and the sky,
Under which I stand and hide
And hear the day go by outside;
It is that a wind to strong
Bent my back when I was young,
It is that I fear the rain
Lest it blister me again.
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Related poetry:
- Being Young And Green Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite: Never in the world will I to living wight Give over, […]...
- An Autumn Rain-Scene There trudges one to a merry-making With sturdy swing, On whom the rain comes down. To fetch the saving medicament […]...
- Rain on the Hill Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf […]...
- Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears The first speaker said Fear fire. Fear furnaces Incinerators, the city dump The faint scratch of a match. The second […]...
- 16-bit Intel 8088 chip with an Apple Macintosh You can’t run Radio Shack programs In its disc drive. Nor can a Commodore 64 Drive […]...
- Winter Song Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Will the Summer come again? Rain on houses, on the street, Wetting all […]...
- Sail on sail on, When the sun is gone When the wind rises Off a river slow When you hear no more […]...
- Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? […]...
- Storm Windows People are putting up storm windows now, Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain Drove them indoors. So, coming […]...
- The Rain and the Wind The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain They are with us like a disease: They worry the […]...
- I Hear America Singing I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe […]...
- Denied The winds came out of the west one day, And hurried the clouds before them; And drove the shadows and […]...
- A Song Of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a […]...
- Barbury Camp We burrowed night and day with tools of lead, Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ring And […]...
- First Sight Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but […]...
- Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But […]...
- I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin I DO not fear to own me kin To the glad clods in which spring flowers begin; Or to my […]...
- The Way Of The Wind The wind’s way in the deep sky’s hollow None may measure, as none can say How the heart in her […]...
- The West Wind IT’S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are […]...
- From "THE TALK OF FLOWERS" I do not know, whether the sun Accomplished it, The rain or wind – But I was missing so The […]...
- Wraith “Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?” -Surely it is not I she’s wanting; Someone living […]...
- At Cheyenne Young Lochinvar came in from the West, With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; The width of […]...
- When that I was and a little tiny boy When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing […]...
- Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world’s a song; “She’s far,” it sings me, “but […]...
- Disarmament “Put up the sword!” The voice of Christ once more Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon’s roar, O’er fields […]...
- We Meet at the Judgment and I Fear It Not Though better men may fear that trumpet’s warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my […]...
- Her Praise She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. I have gone about the house, gone up and down […]...
- The House Of Dust: Part 04: 01: Clairvoyant ‘This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond […]...
- The House Of Dust: Part 01: 01: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the […]...
- Did You Never Know? Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me- That your love would never lessen and never go? […]...
- The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the […]...
- Two Rivers Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through […]...
- 207. Song-I'm O'er Young to Marry yet Chorus.-I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young to marry yet; I’m o’er young, ‘twad be a sin To […]...
- Young Sea The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And […]...
- The Owners Of The Little Box Line the inside of the little box With your precious skin And make yourself cozy Just as you would in […]...
- Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I […]...
- Drinking Song, On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A […]...
- Clearing at Dawn The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish […]...
- The Oldest Song “These were never your true love’s eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their […]...
- REQUIESCAT Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden […]...