Self-Rejected Poem by Jean Starr Untermeyer

Self-Rejected

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Plow not nor plant this arid mound.
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need-
Ungrateful ground!

No sun can warm this spot
God has forgot;
No rain can penetrate
Its barren slate.

Demonic winds blow last year's stubble
From its hard slope.
Go, leave the hopeless without hope;
Spare your trouble.

Monday, June 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hopeless
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