Blight

Give me truths,
For I am weary of the surfaces,
And die of inanition. If I knew
Only the herbs and simples of the wood,

by Ralph Waldo Emerson Click to read full poem

Comments (8)

" Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces" A great composition crafted by a master craftsman.
The cut he makes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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By sweet affinities to human flesh: says it all
Clouds shade the sun, which will not tan our hay. And nothing thrives to reach its natural term, And life, shorn of its venerable length, .......touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, .. Ah what a lovely opening line! The truth is where the roots are, all else is peripheral blight. Beautiful
And life, shorn of its venerable length, Even at its greatest space, is a defeat, And dies in anger that it was a dupe, beautiful and great 10++++++++++
A well written poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson....