Long Live The Weeds (Theodore Roethke, 1936)
Long live the weeds that overwhelm
My narrow vegetable realm\! –
The bitter rock, the barren soil
That force the son of man to toil;
All things unholy, marked by curse,
The ugly of the universe.
The rough, the wicked and the wild
That keep the spirit undefiled.
With these I match my little wit
And earn the right to stand or sit,
Hope, look, create, or drink and die:
These shape the creature that is I.
c. 1936
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