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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING MARKET, by LOUISE DRISCOLL First Line: It's foolish to bring money Last Line: Wild flower grace. Subject(s): Nature; Spring | |||
It's foolish to bring money To any spring wood, Jewels won't help you, Gold's no good. Silver won't buy you, One small leaf. You may bring joy here, You may bring grief. You should look for Tufted moss, Marked where a light foot Ran across. Where the old rose hips Shrivel brown And dried clematis Bloom hangs down. There you'll find what Everyman needs, Wild religion Without any creeds, Green that lifts its Blossoming head, New life springing Among the dead. You needn't bring money To this market place, Or think you can bargain for Wild flower grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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