Trees need not walk the earth For beauty or for bread; Beauty will come to them Where they stand. Here … More
Tag: American poetry
In April by James Hearst (for April 20th)
. . . . This I saw on an April day: Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud, A sky-flung … More
Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again, … More
