| The Red
Wheelbarrow so much depends
upon
a red
wheel
barrow
glazed
with rain
water
beside
the white
chickens
Raleigh
Was Right
We cannot go into the country
for the country will bring us no peace
What can the small violets tell us
that grow on furry stems in
the long grass amoung lance shaped leaves?
Though you
praise us
and call to mind the poets
who sung of our loveliness
it was long ago!
long ago! when country people
would plow and sow
with flowering minds and pockets at ease--
if ever this were true.
Not now. Love
itself a flower
with roots in a parched ground.
Empty pockets make empty heads.
Cure it if you can but
do not believe that we can live
today in the country
for the country will bring us no peace
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