YE who are kicking against Fate, | |
Tell me how it is that on this hill-side, | |
Running down to the river, | |
Which fronts the sun and the south-wind, | |
This plant draws from the air and soil | 5 |
Poison and becomes poison ivy? | |
And this plant draws from the same air and soil | |
Sweet elixirs and colors and becomes arbutus? | |
And both flourish? | |
You may blame Spoon River for what it is, | 10 |
But whom do you blame for the will in you | |
That feeds itself and makes you dock-weed, | |
Jimpson, dandelion or mullen | |
And which can never use any soil or air | |
So as to make you jessamine or wistaria? |
Friday, December 4, 2009
Edgar Lee Masters
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