Marigolds

By Robert Graves

1895.7.24-1985.12.7


With a fork drive Nature out,
         She will ever yet return;
Hedge the flowerbed all about,
         Pull or stab or cut or burn,
         She will ever yet return.

Look: the constant marigold
         Springs again from hidden roots.
Baffled gardener, you behold
         New beginnings and new shoots
         Spring again from hidden roots.
         Pull or stab or cut or burn,
         They will ever yet return.

Gardener, cursing at the weed,
         Ere you curse it further, say:
Who but you planted the seed
         In my fertile heart, one day?
         Ere you curse me further, say!
         New beginnings and new shoots
String again from hidden roots
Pull or stab or cut or burn,
Love must ever yet return.

DayPoems Poem No. 2739
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