week 6 imitation 2 by liz snader

 Among the thorns by liz snader


Oh, the horrid massive grin o’ the green young earth,

This spring moring! How she sets her soul

To lay i’ the sun, and pushes out love and hare

For the thundering to ash over in it girth;

Hearing all the while, where on the pile of dirt

The black chest of the storm awaits dark and looming.

That is the truth, real, new, confusing;

Such are life’s trials, as the young earth smiles and talks.
If you hated only what was worth the time,

Hate were clear to gain, and never good for you:

Make the high nature better than the rest!!

Give the earth you love, go up and gain the respect.


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Among the Rocks

BY ROBERT BROWNING

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,

      This autumn morning! How he sets his bones

To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet

For the ripple to run over in its mirth;

      Listening the while, where on the heap of stones

The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;

      Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.

If you loved only what were worth your love,

Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:

      Make the low nature better by your throes!

Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!