Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel-
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens-
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure-
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers-
Blind to all of it all my life long.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?
Petit, The Poet
Edgar Lee Masters
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Poem topics: courage, rose, tree, truth, symphony, long, failure, blind, score, tragedy, thought, yesterday, life, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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